Eighteen
This is eighteen-years-old
So tell me how it feels
Here I am, like I was told
Still digging in my heels
I'm a grown-up they all say
Too old to play with dolls
Sorry, I cant come out to play
I only make-believe in walls
I won't tantrum anymore
I'll just cross my legs with rage
I'll be a lady, and try to ignore
That someone turned my page
I missed the turn-off again
Never-Neverland fades away
This is what and this is when
I guess I have no say
Sixteen, seventeen, now
They just aren't what they seem
I've grown-up somehow
But I don't know what grown-up means
Eighteen
April 9, 1992
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