In spite of the world

I woke up from this dream to find that I was sleeping
so I went back to sleep and I dreamed I was awake
I locked myself inside but you were on the outside
I stook outside and watched but I couldn't let you in

If only you could see the you that is a part of me
maybe you could see inside yourself

Wrote a letter to myself, but I couldn't bare to send it
so I tore it up and wrote a letter to a friend

If only you could know that growing up means letting go
maybe then you'd grow up by yourself

I'm growing up again...
I'm learning to accept that all good things must come to an end
I'm growing up again...
I'm trying to understand what it's like
to let go of a friend