Grown
Why am I so scared of the unknown?
Maybe its because all the hate I have been shown
Or maybe I just have no backbone
Sometimes I just need to be left alone
When I'm ready to talk ill pick up the phone
I feel like I can do this on my own
Despite everything, I feel like I have grown
I have learned to never ask mom for a favor or loan
Sometimes i feel as cold and hard as a stone
I am an addict but drugs I dont condone
I live like there is another me like I have a clone
Sometimes I feel like my house is a combat zone
Maybe I dont want to do this on my own
I think its time I picked up the phone
Its never too late to admit im not all the way grown
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