Remember when you used to beg me
to let you brush my hair?
And now I'm scared to ask.
I know you raised me to be independent,
take care of myself.
Am I being a child?
Yeah, probably.
But sometimes a girl
just wants her mommy.
But maybe I'm being emotional
I suppose it's silly to cry over spilt milk
and uneaten pie
No one ever told me life would be fair.
So after I'm done sniffling for myself
I'll brush my own hair.
