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The years are going by so fast it really is bewilderin'And we'll be so-called "grown ups" and have mortgages and childrenI hope we all gain worldliness, and wisdom, maturityBut I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurityI hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant serversA monument of your youth, although lacking its observersYour page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind itI hope your MySpace stays forever - and I hope that your kids find itHow I hope that you forget your MySpaceI hope it slips completely from your mindAnd I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to findAnd I hope that it embarrasses your childrenI hope their bratty friends all forward it aroundAnd I hope that you forget your passwordSo you cannot take it downIf your kids think you vaguely square, it will be so much clearerWhen they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirrorAnd all the bands you listen to, your kids will be exposin'"Who is this Soulja Boy you reference, who's 'Uh Oh Explosion'?"They'll marvel at how old you are, they'll "rofl" at your outfitsYour tastes may pass as "vintage" in the future - but I doubt itLetras de cancionesI hope your cynical kids say, "Holy crap, this is greatthese comments date all the way back to 2008."I hope they dig through your pictures, and find some we might call compromisingI hope that seeing young Mom in a swimsuit or smoking a hookah isn't too traumatizingBut it will be past their comprehensionThey'll ask "Did Grandpa not give you enough attention?"[insert rocking out here]They might poke at your top 8 friends, read your comments at the mostI only wish that they could see the inane bulletins you post From Letras Mania