Awesome
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