something filled up

my heart with nothing,

someone told me not to cry.

but now that i'm older,

my heart's colder,

and i can see that it's a lie.

children wake up,

hold your mistake up,

before they turn the summer into dust.

children don't grow up,

our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.

we're just a million little gods causing rain storms turning every good thing to

rust.