I didn’t want to get up for school this morning,
Couldn’t get rid of an awful nagging feeling,
I’m a big boy now, quite the little man,
Got to look after my mother, do all I can.
I put on my uniform and collected my flowers,
Waited for my sister she can take hours,
Mother is so proud of me, I look so handsome,
I wish I didn’t feel so very frightened.
The lady in the corner had a very loud voice,
It was not a place for little girls and boys,
A man with a list showed us into a room,
Don’t worry please, I’ll look after you mum.
The Miss kissed my cheek and sniffed her flower,
My sister digged me in the ribs and called me a coward,
I knew something was wrong, felt it in my waters,
Walking right in like lambs to the slaughter.
I won’t ever grow up
The man guided my sister up the corridor,
He wore aftershave and he swore,
I gave him my hardest stare,
I didn’t believe I had seen him there before.
I didn’t want to die cos my mum would’ve killed me.
Now my flowers have begun to wilt,
And I can’t wash away the smell of guilt,
I wanted the loo but it wasn’t a good time,
Now who’s going to look after my mum.