You don’t realise all the lasts that you thought you would do over and over again,
Your mum doing your hair in the morning too tight,
Your dad picking you up and spinning you around,
Picking daisies on the field with your friends,
Hugging each other tight and swearing you would never leave.
Then you moved to secondary,
You do your own hair,
Adding makeup in now.
Your dad doesn’t pick you up anymore,
You don’t pick the daisies,
You’ve all gone your separate ways,
Suddenly everything that once felt so close feels so far.
When your little you wish you could grow up.
When you grow up you wish you could go back.
Wishing you could go back to drawing with chalk on the pavement,
Running to school to see your friends,
We had it so easy when we were little.
Now you just stay inside,
You walk slowly to school,
You only have a few friends,
That’s all you need.
Telling yourself to get through the day
Just wanting to go home,
I wish I was little again.
I miss the too tight ponytails,
The chalk drawings,
The daisies,
And the hugs.
I miss the happiness,
The laughter,
The colour everything was once so full of.
Now everything’s dull,
And quiet.
Take in all those things you take for granted because you never know when you will do it for the last time.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
You don’t realise all the lasts that you thought you would do over and over again,
Your mum doing your hair in the morning too tight,
Your dad picking you up and spinning you around,
Picking daisies on the field with your friends,
Hugging each other tight and swearing you would never leave.
Then you moved to secondary,
You do your own hair,
Adding makeup in now.
Your dad doesn’t pick you up anymore,
You don’t pick the daisies,
You’ve all gone your separate ways,
Suddenly everything that once felt so close feels so far.
When your little you wish you could grow up.
When you grow up you wish you could go back.
Wishing you could go back to drawing with chalk on the pavement,
Running to school to see your friends,
We had it so easy when we were little.
Now you just stay inside,
You walk slowly to school,
You only have a few friends,
That’s all you need.
Telling yourself to get through the day
Just wanting to go home,
I wish I was little again.
I miss the too tight ponytails,
The chalk drawings,
The daisies,
And the hugs.
I miss the happiness,
The laughter,
The colour everything was once so full of.
Now everything’s dull,
And quiet.
Take in all those things you take for granted because you never know when you will do it for the last time.