Mama

I'm turning eighteen in four weeks still feel like a time traveling kid silently hoped to be dead by 16, but somehow, I stayed alive through the years leave the town that you call home I need the world to make me feel alone leave the people you greet on the streets leave the things that make you feel complete tell me your name tell me your name tell me your name so, I know who to blame when I can't find my way home some days, you have to be willing to grow like the spring flowers do when the sunny days go some days, you have to be willing to get lost although all you long for is a place you can trust Mama, I'm still your little girl I still long for your arms when people are cold mama, I'm still your little girl I still wear my cheeks like a rosy apple tree Mama, I'm still your little girl Mama, I'm still your little girl Mama, I'm still your little girl I just learned how to shake a tall man's hand I just learned how to shake a tall man's hand I just learned how to shake a tall man's hand