One day she sits looking back on how things used to be
Back when things were easier
Back when things were so simple
Or so we think now
When kids played nicely
When they skipped and twirled and sang all day
But really that’s just a lie

It started with the first kiss
So sweet and innocent
Eleven years old
With no idea of what it really meant

By twelve years old she felt the need
The need to be tied down

By thirteen the stereotypes were filled


Then driving came with the A.C.T.
And then the Jr. Prom
Looking back now
She’s glad those days are finally
Gone.