
Sunlight through the curtains, dust dancing in the air
Woke up with no plans, no single worldly care
Plastic playground calling, scraped knees and messy hair
The world was just a sandbox, no worries to be shared

Now the rhythm's gone, the simple beat is lost
A grown-up’s checklist, at what a heavy cost
Wish I could go back to the days of reckless fun
Chasing fireflies until the day was done

Skateboard down the hill, the asphalt was a blur
The world was just a game, no future to prefer
Video games with friends, a battle to be won
Fist bumps and high scores, from morning till the sun went down

Now the rhythm's gone, the simple beat is lost
A grown-up’s checklist, at what a heavy cost
Wish I could go back to the days of reckless fun
Chasing fireflies until the day was done

They say that time's a thief, a silent, cruel machine
It steals the little moments, the joy that was so keen
Left with just the echo of laughter in the wind
A plastic playground memory, where innocence begins

No more racing, no more games to play
Just the same old struggle, every single day

The memories… they stay...

Plastic Playground

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