How can someone so young Dream of the days of old? Where things really better In that age of gold? Thinking "Kids these days" When I`m only twenty-one Where`s my youth? Where`s my fun? I think I must have Grown up too fast Somehow I`ve lost, Missed my own past Hold on, hang on To your own self be true But hold off being mature `Til it`s actually due Being bitter isn`t fun It`s such a pity To be so young and Be old man me