Growing Up.

Growing up is such a hard thing to do...
Once a pretty princess with millions of dreams to pursue
Getting lost in the fantasy worlds she would create
Never dreaming of finding the meaning of hate
Spending the time twirling in a beautiful dress
Never thought she would end up in such a mess

Growing up is such a hard thing to do...
Finding things out that she never even knew
Wishing with all her might
That he would be her Mr. Right
But ending up with nothing but a broken heart
She thought her world would fall apart

Growing up is such a hard thing to do...
Dealing with the pain, unable to make it through
Feeling nothing inside, nothing but a blank
Losing her mind to this teenage angst.
Turning to something new, to stop the pain
Was when her life crawled down the drain.

Growing up is such a hard thing to do...
Didn't even know what was imagined and what was true
Doing things she never even dreamed about
Walking into the dark knowing she would never get out.
Holding back her feelings of fright
Heading out into the blackness of the night

Growing up is such a hard thing to do...
Drugs, sex, and lies, all are nothing new
Her thoughts have become still, her mind grows idle
Her voice turns cold, her actions gain suicidal
As all morals crumble to ground, she loses all her support
She can feel death in her presence, her life is growing short.

Growing up is such a hard thing to do...
Doing nothing as her life grows askew
Pitch black mascara bleeding down her delicate face
Her poisoned heart beats at such a fragile pace
She thinks about all the dreams she wanted but never built
But its too late now, the blood in her arms flow with guilt

Growing up is such a hard thing to do.