Bruce

(titled after the dog I almost got but then couldn't, experience which inspired this poem/song)

Believe me, you'd have wanted him too :)

I'll pose this thought to you

reply perhaps you'll do

why is growing up 

all broken up

and I'm right there with it too?

Walking down the street you'd see

I talk and dress all old

but growing up

is all broken up

and there's more to it I'm told.

My nails aren't done just painted on

and I can't stand the news

I guess this grown-up thing is more

than just some high-heeled shoes.

I eat salad and run alone

my decisions are my own

yet growing up 

is so broken up

And I'm always calling home.

They've all seemed to have made

it through this crazy game

of growing up

though broken up

Wish I could find the way.