Grow up

It went from kissing the back of my fist, To kissing boys behind the stands. It went from days of the week underwear, To lacey black underwear. It went from comments on my pretty dress, To comment on how pretty my body Looked in the dress. It went from how mature I act, To how mature I look. From my breasts to my Ass, From my lips to my neck, And my waist to hips. It went from being told I act to mature, To being told how much boys like it. If I could go back to the days, where words Meant what they truly mean, I'd never grow up, and I'd never want to Grow up.