Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who gets her lunch packed for school
Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who somersaults into the pool
Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who looks forward to watching her favourite cartoon on the television
Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who thought choosing a snack was her hardest decision
Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who’s mom did her hair because she didn’t know how to yet
Remembering that I’m no longer the little girl who was a stranger to the taste of a cigarette
A stranger to the feeling of heartbreak and dread
A stranger to the feeling of regretting leaving words unsaid
A stranger to the feeling of fear and stress
A stranger to feeling like her life’s a mess
A stranger to feeling society’s pressure
A stranger to wanting to be a child forever
Remembering that I’m now in womanhood
Oh but how I wish that little girl understood
With her excitement to grow up, I bet she didn’t know any better
That she would want to be a child forever
Oh but how I wish she knew, that growing up would be the hardest thing she’d have to do