I've grown up doing some bad things

Disobeyed alot of  orders

The wrong game I was playing

Where pennies, nickels and dimes are nothing; I wanted quaters

Trapped in a maze of wrongs

Where I couldn't make them right

Singing all of these songs

When I know they're not right

I've grown up to learn

How to right the wrongs

Give back to myself 

And stop singing these songs

It seemed as though when I lose someone

Everything in my life is broken

But as i've become a young woman, everything is a token

Life itself is full of purpose

Poise, grace, happiness

Love, smiles, even saddness

Before, I was oblious to the truth

That Everything is Awesome

The good and the bad; all of the above that surrounds you