Teenagers are such hard work, girls are especially hard. I remember when my little god daughter would always give me a cuddle, as a teenager I sometimes think that she has devolved and lost the power of speech.

I see so many people who live for their kids attaching to their lives rather than letting the kids just join theirs. We have one life and if our life ends after our twenties and we just become a “slave” to our children if so then it is a very short life.

It is so easy to feel trapped, our children need to be nurtured and sacrifice must be made but that doesn’t mean that we don’t miss being single and free, asking ourselves where is this time for me. When comes my dreams?

Verse 1
Trying to deal with life and all that it brings
Trouble and strife, while my soul wants to sing
I want to fly away, but where would I fly when love is chains

Verse 2
Everything gets me down, it’s not a teenage thing.
I got to hold things down, while they do their thing.
Am I not a live? Did I cease to be? Is this now my life?

Chorus
Where is this time for me? When comes my dreams?
I want to live my life, but this time is a dream.
Got to take some time, a little time to think and get a hold on life

Verse 3
She’s just a teenage girl, I want to cut my vains.
Dealing with this girl is such an alien thing.
She still rocks my world, she takes me to the brink, she’s still my little girl

Chorus
Where is this time for me? When comes my dreams?
I want to live my life, but this time is a dream.
Got to take some time, a little time to think and get a hold on life

Verse 4
Is this a selfish thing? My parents took their turn.
I feel I am on the brink, yet I want to return,
have the freedom to choose, the freedom to live, but those bridges are burnt

Chorus
Where is this time for me? When comes my dreams?
I want to live my life, but this time is a dream.
Got to take some time, a little time to think and get a hold on life