What was that
Samantha
This will all make sense
when I am older
Someday I will see that
this makes sense
One day when I'm old and wise
I'll think back and realize
That these were all completely
normal events
I'll have all the answers
when I'm older
Like why we're in this dark
enchanted wood
I know in a couple years
These will seem like
childish fears
And so I know
This isn't bad
It's good
Excuse me
Growing up means adapting
Puzzling at your world
and your place
When I'm more mature
I'll feel totally secure
Being watched by something
with a creepy creepy face
Ah
Ah
See that will all make sense
when I am older
So there's no need
to be terrified or tense
I'll just dream about a time
When I'm in my aged prime
'Cause when you're older
Absolutely everything
makes sense
This is fine