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Brett J.B.
Brett J.B.
Songwriter

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I used to wish
To be an older kid
Cause' they played on fields
And everyone cheered
I grew tough
I got stained in grass and love
So I stood up tall
But underneath I still crawled
I thought that by that point
I'd feel less noise
Oh the fight is never won
I give up on feeling young
Tell me when will I be done becoming?
And now I try
To build into the sky
Where I hope to find
A feeling of peace
My tower soars
I build a hundred floors
But this structure grows
On my childhood woes
I thought that by this point
I'd feel less noise
Oh the fight is never won
I give up on feeling young
Tell me when will I be done becoming?
There was a freedom in the dirt
My feet connected with the earth
I never thought to measure my worth
Oh the fight is never won
I give up on feeling young
Tell me when will I be done becoming?
Written by: Brett J.B.
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