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Crayon castles on the fridge, faded dreams on a dusty shelf
Skipping rope hangs limp and lone, a ghost of laughter, all its own
Empty swing set creaks in the breeze, whispers tales of scraped-up knees
The jungle gym, a silent cage, where once imagination raged
Misplaced childhood, a melody lost, a skipping stone I could never toss
Stuck in a world that's much too fast, childhood moments slipping past
Yearning for scraped knees and muddy hair, a world of wonder, free from care
Misplaced childhood, a bittersweet sigh, a teardrop catching the evening sky
Schoolwork piles, responsibilities cast, innocence fades, a thing of the past
Responsibilities weigh me down, a crown I never wished for a crown
Longing for forts built out of sheets, for bedtime stories, slumber sweet
For chasing fireflies in the night, bathed in the moon's ethereal light
Misplaced childhood, a melody lost, a skipping stone I could never toss
Stuck in a world that's much too fast, childhood moments slipping past
Yearning for scraped knees and muddy hair, a world of wonder, free from care
Misplaced childhood, a bittersweet sigh, a teardrop catching the evening sky
Maybe in the whispers of the wind, a forgotten echo I can win
Maybe in the raindrops' gentle fall, a childhood memory I can recall
In the starlight's gentle gleam, a spark of innocence, a forgotten dream
Misplaced childhood, a melody lost, a skipping stone I could never toss
Stuck in a world that's much too fast, childhood moments slipping past
Yearning for scraped knees and muddy hair, a world of wonder, free from care
Misplaced childhood, a bittersweet sigh, a teardrop catching the evening sky
But maybe somewhere deep inside, a flicker remains, a place to hide
A corner of my heart, untouched and true, where a misplaced childhood can bloom anew