Growing Up - Lyrics - Wes Roberts

So I'm classified as lofty, Arbitrary, A missionary For Revolt I'd tell stories of perfection A utopia of freedom And Revolution And you've sold out! For reasons you can't explain While I explain them. But inevitable outcomes Sedate my prided rebellion That I am lost in. [Chorus] And I guess you weren't counting on growing up And this is my life as it passes me by So here's to falling apart Not one to take my eyes off of the stars And would it mean anything If I said that I was strong; Strong enough To change The world With love. Will this passion Stand a chance In hell here on Earth Will they speak my name? Will the seasons change? Will everything be the same? I tangle all my thinking In to knots I can't be figuring out On my own They'd point this way, I'd go that way I always felt like forever I'd be young Ain't it funny how it changes With all the different faces In your life There's nothing like the feeling That you've thrown it all away For no good reason [Chorus] And would it mean anything If I whispered I was wrong; I was locked inside My emotions And the storms That I caused When my eyes fall For the last time Will I be free then? Will they speak my name? Will the seasons change? Will everything be the same? When no one ever listens To blatant, strong convictions: The truth of lies (That I can't forgive) These dampers on my efforts. Your staircase to "glory" In your eyes. (greed and desire) "O, The tragedy of question!" Says the man without his head To the blind. (And they will listen) Forsaking all your freedoms With philosophy that leaks through Your jaws (and into your mind) [Chorus]