its called growing up

Drawing stars on my arms, i hate the cuts on my skin Praying i dont get homesick and wishing i was six again Now that im older i see why we hate and love And everybody talks about every one The marks on my arms saying "don't do it again.” So breathe in 1 Breath out 4 Tell me do you want more? More So try not to cry on the kitchen floor When your boyfriend says “i just can't please you” Thats why its called “growing up” When your whole life blows up Mark the area where to cut and try not to give a fuck Thats why its called growing up I drew an X over your face, i know its childish but it makes me feel sanе I can't even look at your face, it rеminds me of hell And im burning down So breathe in 1 Breath out 4 Tell me do you want more? More So try not to cry on the kitchen floor When your boyfriend says “i just can't please you” Thats why its called “growing up” When your whole life blows up Mark the area where to cut and try not to give a fuck Thats why its called growing up Im so tired of pretending Where is my happy ending I can't drown forever Or maybe i should So breathe in 1 Breath out 4 Tell me do you want more? More So try not to cry on the kitchen floor When your boyfriend says “i just can't please you” Thats why its called “growing up” When your whole life blows up Mark the area where to cut and try not to give a fuck Thats why its called growing up And i hate growing up