Wake Up
Something filled up
My heart with nothing
Someone told me not to cry
And now that I'm older
My heart is colder
And I can see that it's a lie
Children, wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust
If the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms
Turning every good thing to rust
I guess we'll just have to adjust
My heart with nothing
Someone told me not to cry
And now that I'm older
My heart is colder
And I can see that it's a lie
Children, wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust
If the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms
Turning every good thing to rust
I guess we'll just have to adjust
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Writer(s): Glen Ballard, Alan Anthony Silvestri
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