What was that? Samantha?

This will all make sense when I am older

Someday I will see that this makes sense

One day when I'm old and wise

I'll think back and realize

That these were all completely normal events

Ah!

I'll have all the answers when I'm older

Like why we're in this dark enchanted wood

I know in a couple years

These will seems like childish fears

And so I know this isn't bad, it's good

Excuse me

Growing up means adapting

Puzzling at your world and your place

When I'm more mature

I'll feel totally secure

Being watched by something

With a creepy, creepy face

Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!

See, that will all make sense when I am older

So there's no need to be terrified or tense

I'll just dream about a time

When I'm in my age of prime

'Cause when you're older

Absolutely everything makes sense

This is fine