The Good, The Badd, and the Ugly

Couldn't resist posting this. I wrote it February 19, 1984. I was just 16.


Ive given up
my silly ways
of getting your attention.
Im growing up
more every day
and I'm begging for your attention.

Im long past dolls
and puppy love
Im long past all those things.
Im giving up
these iron bonds
Im ready for my wings.

Im long past all those
"school girl dreams"
that you'd marry me someday.
Ive given up
those stupid dreams
that you'd carry me away.

Im over all
the ones before
that made my life seem real.
Im over kisses
in the dark
that seemed like a big deal.

I wont demand
a thing from you
just a little of your time.
I wont ask you
to never leave
because I know that your not mine.

Im giving up
the lonely nights
you know just what i mean
Im giving up
my wishing days
because I guess that Im 16.