Growing Up Is a Sad Thing

Growing up is a sad thing.
Some say, “Don’t grow up too fast—enjoy it while it lasts.”
Well, I didn’t pay attention to them, to the wisdom they shared.
My childhood passed quickly, growing up to be my mother’s half,
Trying to change who I was, because I didn’t look right, didn’t act like I was one of them.
I grew up too fast because I never fit in with my childhood past.

But now that I’ve learned to just be me,
I wish I could go back and rearrange some things—
Walk a different path, ask some questions,
Give that person a hug, since it would be the last I’d ever give them.

Yeah, I grew up too fast, trying to be my father’s other half,
Trying to do better in school, not wanting to be a failure.
Though I’m here, thinking I am.
I wish I could go back and rearrange some things.

Because growing up is sad—
It’s something that can’t be undone.
Yeah, it’s something no one should rush.