Grow Up

When I was young, I asked myself

"What's gonna happen if I don't like being older?

What's gonna happen if I have no one

No friends and family, no one to cry on their shoulder?"

It seems I thought about it one too many times

And it's gone way too far and I can't shake it from my mind

Oh, if I could, I would understand if you wanted to run away

It's not so much of a problem now

It doesn't bother me as much as it used to do

Follow the pattern for every person

They grow up, they get old, they die and it doesn't matter

It seems I thought about it one too many times

And it's gone way too far and I can't shake it from my mind

Oh, if I could, I would understand if you wanted to run away

Maybe it's strange, and maybe it's the same

I don't think I'll ever understand