Grow Up

You're leaving soon, I hate to see you go
everything going to work out,
Don't ask me how it is I know.

I see you hurt, but all you do is shout,
You make it hard for anyone to pity you.

To be honest I'm glad you're moving,
Don't get me wrong I love you, I do,
But not hearing your voice could be soothing.

I'll probably miss you when you leave,
That's absolutely no guarantee,
I don't want to see her have to grieve,
I wish you would grow up so you could see...