Had a dream and a thought
Without a chance in the dark
I've got the world holding back
And the truth that says that

Haunted children
Grow up ugly
No attention
To ease their hurry

As we all grow up and old
A single thought remains untold
Precious memories leaning by
All the while life's a mile

Haunted children
Grow up ugly
No attention
To ease their hurry

We all insist on growing old
Forget our skin that's turned to mold
It's a curse one can't ignore
I really don't care anymore

Haunted children
Grow up ugly
No attention
To ease their hurry
All the while
With a smile
They take it like a man