Growing Up

Growing up I would have died for your attention
Just a glance my way and a few simple words.
I would have died just to have your affection.
To have you listen to the words you never heard.
I would have went falling off this earth
Just to be exactly how you were.
Because to me your were everything,
You were a role model and a brother.

But every role model makes mistakes
And finds the doom day to deal.
And every brother turns his face away
Leaving you with wounds that will never heal.
And it’s not till you get to that place,
Where you’re wearing his expressions,
Screaming his words into everyone’s face
That you realize you wished you weren’t dying for the attention
You’d spent so long dying for.

Because everyone gets a chance,
To wear those symbolic hat and jeans
To have someone looking up to them,
And realizing what it means.
I think those kids, who looked up to no one,
Who forged their own soul path.
Are the ones that are best off,
To not re-live the mistakes of the past.

Because at one point you hit that age,
Where role models disappear
And hero’s fly away.
And believing in nothing
Can be better than believing in something
That will never get you where you want to be.
Maybe hero’s die
And role models stop being remembered,
So that when we get to that place
We’ll wear that role a little better.