Where are you?

I'm all grown up
But somehow, it feels like I'm pretending
Visions of my younger years, they are buried
But the scenes that play inside of me, are impending
They are never ending...

Where, where, where, where, where are you?
You don't have to look out that window, anymore.
You can just come back to yourself, you can come back to this world.
Where are you? Tell me who heard you. And where are you?

Such a quiet secret, it hurt too much trying hard to keep it.
Oh, and I looked up to you... I wanted so much to believe in you.
I wanted so much for you to believe it me.
Oh I tried, I tried.

(Wilson Phillips)