When he was just a little boy,
He only had one favourite toy.
And he had thing on his mind,
And never left anything behind.
No.
As he got older, things got worse,
Like he`d been born under a curse.
Things started to fall apart,
They weren`t like they were at the start.
No, it`s like a civil war.
Growing up,
It`s like a civil war.
Don`t turn away,
It`s something you can`t ignore.
Growing up,
It`s like a civil war.
And now that he was in his teens,
He`d started to learn what life means.
Problems were still appearing,
They didn`t look like disappearing.
No.