Is it time for me to grow up now?
Is that what will make my mama proud?
If I decide to take responsibility for myself,
Then no longer will I sit on this lonely shelf,
Yet I stay here all night and all day,
And every night I kneel down and I pray,
Oh god, I am so scared,
If I grow up, will we still have all the time we shared?
If I grow up will she still be my friend?
Will she be there tell the very end?
Well she be there when I walk down the isle?
When I'm grown up and I think back, will it all be worth wile?
When I look back will I think I grew up to soon?
Every night I lay here and stair up at the moon,
Wondering if she will be okay,
Hoping she will come back the next day,
Saying good by is just like a bubble,
We fair well I guess,
Sorry for all the trouble.
