Growing Up
As you stand on your floor,
Staring out your window,
You wonder why
You feel so low.
You tell yourself that it's not because
You're suddenly alone.
But the truth is that
You truly wish you'd known.
You wish you'd known
How much you'd miss it,
That simple life you led,
But now the light is lit.
You can't ignore it any longer,
All those truths that you've denied;
You thought they told you truly,
But the truth is that they lied.
They lied about the fact
That it's not okay to cry.
They told you never to grow up,
But they never told you why.
They made it seem so easy,
When in truth it's hard,
And they made you want it badly,
Like the grass in someone else's yard.
But now you wished you'd listened
To all those sappy songs;
You wish you'd heard them when they said
You'd miss it when it's gone.
You wish you'd never wished
To grow up quite so fast,
And you wish that you had known
That you would wish that it would last.
You wish that you had realized
How much living costs,
And that you had been nicer
To the people that you've lost.
You wish that you had listened better
When they said that you should stay a kid,
But now that time is over,
And you'll never get back all the things that you did.
The time you thought you had is gone,
And you'll never get it back,
And for the first time you realize,
All the things that grown ups lack.
Like a father's kiss goodnight,
And getting tucked into bed,
And hugs from your mother,
And the stories she read.
Like being driven everywhere,
Instead of driving yourself,
And never having to replace
The knicknacks on your shelf.
Like never being alone,
Even when you were;
Like your mom's cooking,
And Dad's rotten humor.
Like great big bear hugs
From uncles and such,
And breaking the glasses
In Aunt Sarah's hutch.
And you wish to the heavens
That you hadn't been wrong-
That you didn't miss it
Now that it's gone.
The simple truth is, however,
That you're out of luck,
Because, in reality,
Growing up sucks.
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