When I Am Older

What was that?
Samanta?
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
(It's really good)
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!
'Cause when you're older
Absolutely everything makes sense
This is fine