When I was little, you were there
Now that I am grown and you are leaving and I'm scared
I am so used to your moaning and complaining
What will I do once you leave me hanging?
You are my big sister DNA tests will tell
We put up with mom together now I am left to hell
What will I do once you leave for school?
Who is going to tell me what's cool?
You make be look pretty
Even though it might just be out of pity
What will i do when I call for you
You won't be there and I will be scared
I may say it will be awesome
But that is not true
I will miss you more than I want to