I got even more wrinkles today
Now people keep calling me an old man openly
While I’m rowing away like an excited sailor
I’ve got a pillow print on my face lasting half the day
My pot belly makes me slower
I see the things I found funny in adults in myself now
It’s taking away my courage
Elastic waisted pants, all stretched and worn out
But I don’t even care and I wear them around
I still don’t look like an old bald man, right?
But are my dead skin cells getting worse and worse?
I’ll look alright if I brush it away and get prepped up
But I’m so good at nagging others now
Something that seemеd like a lie
Is happening to mе now
I thought I would be a good person
But nothing changed
Only the number is changing and increasing, it worries me
I’m changing little by little
And it’s so obvious
I always only thought about it
But why can’t I actually do it?
Tone it down, it’s getting boring
Stop your typical nagging and scolding
You are a man in trouble
A man in trouble go away
You are an old man
There’s no shortcut to time, it just keeps ticking
But I’m still not much to look at, it’s just the same
I grown at the reckless concepts that get aired on TV
But I smile when I see girl groups competing to show more skin
The more I age, the more I blush
A robber’s standards get uselessly high
Controlling myself, having high expectations, outstaying my welcome
Your mind is proportionate to your age
Was it a lie when I said I’d never be like my simple-minded father?
Why do my mother’s words saying that I’ll resemble him more as I age keep hitting a nerve?
I only saw the world crookedly and I said that I’d shake it up but now it’s even hard to take care of myself
My hardened body and heart can’t look around, it’s hurting
Tone it down, it’s getting boring
Stop your typical nagging and scolding
You are a man in trouble
A man in trouble go away
You are an old man
There’s no shortcut to time, it just keeps ticking
But I’m still not much to look at, it’s just the same
Not having a good heart may lead you to get hit from behind
The standards of reality never change
Now I know how to shut up and make compromises
There’s a limit to karma
I’ve already had many hardships, making bad swings
I want to live as much as others with a victorious V
Since I gained experience from all the times I spent worrying
Do it do it do it
Tone it down, it’s getting boring
Stop your typical nagging and scolding
You are a man in trouble
A man in trouble go away
You are an old man