With the things that you do,
I should just call my mom.
She will hold me til the pain subsides and I'm feeling numb.
Here you go chasing your dreams.
But I'm not a part of it, I believe.
I didn't understand that growing up means letting go.
I didn't understand how fast you will grow.
I should have called my mom and not pretend that everything is okay.
Because here is me fighting off demons every day.
We grow older,
We grow colder,
With misunderstandings left upon our shoulders.
As a kid we were young and free.
We had no responsibilities.
I should have called my mother to lead me astray.
She would of guided me out of the darkness, and everything would of been okay.
©terrylin53
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