It’d be nice if I could keep singing till the end of time
I’d be nice if I could keep making songs until the end of time
It’d be nice if I could keep holding onto all the dreams I keep inside
I’d be nice if I could stay myself up until the end of time
But those wishes never will come true, everything will have to change
Just as flowers bloom, their petals fall too, they all fall down the same
So like grown ups all around me, I will have to grow up to see
That I can’t stay forever stuck inside my fantasies?
All the dreams I’ll have to throw away when I grow up in time
It’d be nice if I could keep them all alive
I don’t want to lose the piece of me I’ve held onto all these years
So that’s why I can’t give up on them, see?
Forgive me won’t you please
Since I know that I can’t keep singing till the end of time
Since I know that I can’t keep making songs until the end of time
Since I know that I can’t live in a world that scorns these dreams of mine
I will have to throw my dreams away, I will have to watch them die
Giving up my dreams, not giving up my dreams
Both of them are really good ideals yet are also bad ideals
So like grown ups all around me that have had to grow up to see
Forever indecisive, I never will be free
Will you be happy with that life you ought to live?
If you ask me that, my reply is this: I’d sooner die than this!
I have a dream I want to keep alive
I have a dream I need to keep alive!
So I'm begging, hey.. I'm begging, hey!
If there’s a way… Don’t take it all away!
All the dreams I’ll have to throw away when I grow up in time
It’d be nice if I could keep them all alive
I don’t want to lose the piece of me I’ve held onto all these years
So that’s why I will forever protect
I’ll keep looking after these dreams
