Growing Up...

When you start to understand words that once didn’t make sense,

When you start to complicate the things that once were simple,

You know, You’re growing up.

When the calls to your dad become shorter, and

The calls to your friends become longer,

You know, You’re growing up.

When you start to comb your own hair, scream

"Mum don’t mess my hair!",

You know, You’re growing up.

When you shut the door of your room, In which

You were once locked, cause you didn’t know how to unlock,

You know, You’re growing up.

When the spot on the wall, you once drew pictures on

You cover with posters of your favourite band,

You know, You’re growing up.

When the notebooks you once kept in order,

Are randomly spread on your bed, and in your bag

You know, You’re growing up.

When you turn from Gooooodddd Morrrrnnning Teeaaacheer,

To Good morning teacher to Morning Ma’am,

You know, You’re growing up.

When your bed is littered with clothes, books and headphones,

And mum doesn’t even bother to tell you to clean up,

You know, You’re growing up.

When you don’t buy a book, and save the money instead,

When you start carrying money when you go out,

You know, You’re growing up.

When mum’s "Don’t open the door if anyone knocks", 

To "Don’t forget the keys if you go out", changes

You know. You’re growing up.

When you can’t wait to be independent,

When you don’t take permissions anymore,

You know, You’re growing up.

But when you look back into the past,

And all you want,

Is to be a child again,

You know, You’ve grown up.