I am short and weird.
I wonder if I am ever gonna grow.

I hear people saying their height.
I see people measuring theirselves.
I want to grow.
I am short and weird.

I pretend to be tall.
I feel cool when I pretend to be tall.
I touch myself, then I remember that I am short.

I worry about that I might not grow.
I cry about being short.
I am short and weird.

I understand that it takes time to grow.
I say, I’m I really that short?
I dream of growing.

I try to deny that I am short.
I hope to grow fast and soon.
I am short and weird.