Growing up and learning to wait

If you're patient your life will be great

I get torn down and cut my hair

It gets too much and people stare

I learn a bit more and I grow to trust

Things start to get better. Find joy, I must

People find me and now I have friends

They're always there when I wish it would end

Thanks turns to regret as they walk away

I'm alone again and wishing they'd stay

But at the same time, maybe it's for the best

I'm not good for them, I think I'm a mess