Growing Old Poem by silke m..

you only care about your cash
you let me fall like I'm your trash
than you always ask me to come back around
but damn, i'll stand my ground

so many lies I used to believe
but trust me, now I stopped being naïve
do what you want, just don't count on me
I no longer need your sympathy

haven't you been told
your little girl is growing old
se finds her way
every day
she dealed with her mess
and now she's no longer helpless

I guess you never really know what will come
but I found my way home
I do my thing daily
have my own melody

I'm stronger than I've ever been before
I'll never be like back than anymore
no more begs from this girl
she no longer needs to whirl

haven't you been told
your little girl is growing old
she finds her way
every day
se dealed with her mess
and now she's no longer helpless

haven't you been told
I'm growing old
I find my way
every day
I dealed with my mess
and now, I'm no longer helpless