I've Grown Up, Mom

I feel stuck, trapped in childhood
Such a cliché, but I am misunderstood
All I do is wrong, even when it’s meant to be good
I’d please you mother, if I actually could

Why is it I need to be unwell for you to be
Considerate and understanding of me?
I try and explain but you just never see
That I wanna spread my wings and be free

I want to live my life while I’m still young
Want to see my friends, stay out and have fun
I want to live like a teenager, a normal one
I spent my life waiting for this to come

I spent so much time crying back then
And now I have a smile, I wanna use it again
Quiet at night, back by half past ten
Don’t wanna live my life by the stroke of Big Ben

I want to be spontaneous, stay out late at night
Be with my boyfriend, but no that’s not alright
Almost eighteen, but still a child in your sight
I want to reason, but you seem to want to fight

I’m starting to think it’s time I moved on
Find my own space to live and laugh from
Otherwise I’ll wake to see my youth has gone
I think it might be time I moved out, Mom.

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