Growing Older

I'm growing older,

People say I'm getting bolder

It's happening day by day,

I don't know why it cannot go away

I think it's not that bad for I can party all night,

Some say it's wrong but I think it's right

The bad part is that I have to pay my bills,

Thinking about it already gives me the chills

The pressure of twelfth standard get to my nerves,

I'm pretty sure my brain is what I should conserve

I will color my hair pink, blue or green,

My mom will think that I'm some sort of crazy queen

Thank God this was all a dream I want to my mom's little girl and waste her money,

She will say "Please stop it, honey, it is not at all funny."