Long years, long days, aren't the same
we ain't the same little girls like in those old days
we've changed and grew and met new friends.
But those days have really changed.
Time is going time is gone
time has past and left lots of fun
No one knows when you'll leave this planet.
Hope it's long and hope I'm old
cause I don't want to leave this world.
I'm just fourteen going on fifteen
life is fast, but how can that be.
Now that I think about school I think it's really cool.
I've made some mistakes and I know
but life is hard and not easy at all.
Things are done for a reason and people might say
getting old is harder then what I thought.
But as time passes I'll get older
and then I'll look at this ghetto poem.
