Get my walls crayon-ed

When my fingers were tiny
and crayons were held firm
the walls were colorful
and, no one liked it
i didn't know who cared
i didn't care who did
it was easy
the crayons were snatched
i cry, i find another
and, life goes on.

now my fingers are tiny no longer
crayons are something i hid in drawers
walls are pretty dull
i don't know who cares
i care if someone did
I'm doing nothing
i still cry, dunno what to find
and, Life it still goes on