You're no OrDiNaRy girl

Growing up= Your best friend becomes your worst enemy. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Soda becomes vodka. Undies turn into g-strings. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from girls/boys were cooties? Race issues were about who ran fastest. War was only a card game. The only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The only things that hurt you were skinned knees. And goodbyes only meant until tomorrow. And to think we all couldn’t wait to grow up. I sure as hell wish I could be young again.