by Valerie   Jul 13, 2005

We're growing up
all too fast
our visions blurred
a vague past

It's hard to stay true
at least to yourself
numerous decisions
we all need help

Lovers are lost
lovers are gained
people bring tears
and make you insane

We don't get in trouble
for breaking our toys
we do get in trouble
for sleeping with boys

Limits will be tested
bruised and stretched far
no longer a child
with visible scars

The scars found now
are much deeper than skin
they lie in the heart
created by sin

We're too old to hide
and in fear run away
it's neither black or white,
but always grey


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