Some days are good,
Others are okay,
Weekends are the best,
Until the end of the day.
Weeks go by fast,
Months go by slow,
Years take forever,
Ask anyone, they'll know.
I don't want to grow up,
I'm not ready to lead my own life,
I'm not ready to have children,
Or be called a wife.
I want to stay forever young,
Just like the girls in my books,
I want to be free,
And get to keep my good looks.
I'm not ready for tonight,
Heck! I'm not prepared for tomorrow,
I don't know what will happen,
Let's pray that there's no sorrow.
I'm not ready for school,
Not ready for fake friends,
I'm not ready to go home,
And sleep 'till the day ends.
Some days are bad,
Others are worse,
Weekends are sad,
Almost a wicked curse.
I'll never be ready,
I just have to be well prepared,
Take in the best of life,
And sometimes take a dare.
