What makes you hold that dream so hard?
What makes you cling to that dream as hard as you do?
I'll tell you.
It's that kid in you—
the childish want, the childish greed.
You never grew up.
You're still living in Neverland.
You never learned to let it go,
never learned that just you is enough.
So you want, and want.
You want so much your hands never let go.
As your clothes, hair, and brain
slowly melt away from scorched dreams,
that hand is still clinging on—
Those baby hands look like they're holding their mother,
but it's only hope they're gripping,
or that childish greed.
And as you succeed and achieve,
you never learn how to grow up.
So you end up on the news,
doing something dumb—
Buying that damned island,
lost in drugs, applause, and empty bodies,
proof that excess isn't maturity.
How childish.