Mumma? I’m tired of being grown

So over this feeling of being alone.

Can I come inside now?

I’m tired of being thrown about.

Can I play with my lego?

Shut out all the voices that say no?

Can I take refuge again?

It’s not that fun being a man.

All I want – is to hold a girl’s hand

Know that I’m loved again.

Play in the sun with my friends

Not fear that I’ll end up dead

I just want to fall asleep

Run away in my dreams

Except that they’ve become nightmares

And when I awake – they’re still there.

Mumma, I’m weary. Sing me to sleep tonight.

Tell me it’s all going to be alright.


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