Growing up

its hard for me to move on, now everyone is gone.
Growing up is hard to do, knowing there is no
future for you.

Now that I am gone, there is no song to be sung.
There is no bell to be rung, and there is no smile
on their face.

Fate can be cruel, robbing me of my years.
making me forget all my selfish, childish fears.

growing up is hard to do, especially when you
have no clue.

Dread is all I feel as everyone is already behind their wheel.
I don't want to turn or speak. I want to stay here in my solid peace.