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Poison MePoison meJust tell me everything's all rightTell me you'll guard me through the darkest nightTell me when the end is out of sightTell me everything's going to be all rightPoison meI'm sick from your sweet venomJust tell me I'm your everythingTell me you can be my wingsTell me to just love, don't thinkTell me I'm your everythingPoison meI'm paralyzedJust tell me you're not afraid to stand at my sideTell me you're not afraid to fight these liesTell me you're not afraid to sacrificeTell me you're not afraid to stand at my sidePoison meI'll die from youJust tell me what this world means to youTell me what the hell there is I can doTell me about the life you once knewTell me what this world means to youPoison meI'm addicted to thisJust tell me that you'll fix it somedayTell me you'll get through MondayTell me you aren't going to fade awayPromise me you'll see me again somedayPoison meI can't let go
...There is a certain innocence to childhood, an innocence that, once it begins to fade into the chaotic tangle of responsibilities and realities of adulthood, we hardly notice until it is gone. We miss it when weve had some real-world experience to contrast with the utopia of childhood. As we fight to find our way, caught in that precarious balance between child and adult, we long for those days when a cookie could put a smile on our faces, when our greatest worries were something along the lines of whether we would be able to find the red crayon in the art box.It would have been a lot easier for me and for most of the nation to grow up that slow, involuntary way in which we tend to forget that we were children once, until its too late. The knowledge of things like the economy, politics, and countless other real-world issues flood our minds, pushing that sterile, sugar-coated world of childhood back into memories.It was a Tuesday at the beginning of the school