Текст: Daniel Bedingfield. Second First Impression. Growing Up.

No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard, baby
No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard

I can see
I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front
I can see
See I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front
You told me there's a tomorrow
I don't believe you
You told me that there's time to borrow
You never told me enough

No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard, baby
No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard

I can see
See I see you sitting down
Why can't you, you be moving to the front
I can see
See I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front


I am the voice of tomorrow
I make the future
So you tell me that I'm supposed to follow
You never told me enough

No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard, baby
No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard

You see the pain I feel
Is this all you've got to say to me
Please don't preach to me
You taught me all you can
But you've got no brain-scan
Your advice is no use to me

No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard, baby
No-one told me
Growing up
Would be this hard