c 2000 Joost Eijkholt and Krister Kittelson
Growing Up
They made fun of me,
tortured me
But yesterday
I stood up again
Looking forward,
to what tomorrow will be
To grow up
as a man
Be what you will,
they said to me
but all the while
they tied up my dreams
And I look back,
to what has been
I see the hatred
that cut through my dream
Be a man now
stand up for yourself,
but I needed time
to think things out
so here I am
growing older again
growing up now
and losing my friends