Grown Up

January 19, 2010
By , Dumont, NJ
How can I sit her in this cell I call home
All alone, it gives me no where to roam.
I'm sorry I'm not your little girl anymore,
Don't need you so much, I'm grown up, I'm sure.

Listen here, it'll take time I can tell,
But I'm telling you, there's just no need to dwell
On the little things we call the past.
I'm growing up, and I'm growing up fast.

Whether it's one thing I want, two things, or three,
I need time and space just to be me.
So please give me that freedom I've wanted for so long,
You may think you're right, but in truth, you're wrong.

There's no need to hold on to those little things I did,
Like the first days of school or telling my first fib.
We all need to look towards the future, you know.
So please, I'm begging you please, just...

let go.

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