I like who I used to be
Way more than the guy staring back at me
He's got no curls to expose
No freckles on his stubby nose
And he never grows
If I could see him now I'd tell him
Hey kid life'll fuck you up
And I'm sorry that they hurt you
But to them it won't mean much
You're not enough
And things won't be better with time
But don't make yourself a bother
It's much easier to hide
How can I see it clearer
When half my childhood memories
Are taking place in front of a mirror
And I'm sorry that I'm not the little girl you always wanted
I promise I'll still paint my nails for you
At 17 it's hard to breathe
I hate that guy staring back at me
Somehow I thought that there'd be pros
To a life where I don't know which way to go
And now I'm going off to college
And my curls are straightened out
I was 12 when I first hurt myself and 13 made a vow
And now your fingers are all tangled
And your tongue is twisted up
If I'd known that I'd still feel this way
I swear I'd just give up
But
How can I see it clearer
When half my childhood memories
Are taking place in front of a mirror
And I'm sorry that I'm not the little girl you always wanted
I promise I'll still paint my nails for you
Am I too much?
Please tell me if I am
I would fill my hands with roses just to see you again
Am I not enough?
If I am I understand
I don't know how to feel content with anything
Anything at all
Bad child, awful child
Stick your hands in dirt child
My child, wild child
Grown up passed away, my
Bad child, awful child
Stick your hands in dirt child
Leather child, summer time
Grown up passed away, my