Grow Up

When I was young I asked myself
"What's gonna happen
If I don't like being older?"
"What's gonna happen
If I have no one
No friends and family
No one to cry on their shoulder?"

It seems I thought about it one too many times and
It's gone way too far
And I can't shake it from my mind

Oh if I could, I would understand
If you wanted to run away

It's not so much of a problem now
It doesn't bother me as much as it used to do
Follow the pattern for every person
They grow up, they get old
They die and it doesn't matter

It seems I thought about it one too many times and
It's gone way too far
And I can't shake it from my mind

Oh if I could, I would understand
If you wanted to run away
Maybe it's strange, and maybe it's the same
I don't think I'll ever understand