I know I’m not the best,
At any given time,
I know I’ve made mistakes,
But they’re in the past.
I seem to be growing up,
It seems all too fast.
I’m not that little girl anymore,
At least not in my eyes,
I’ve gotten older,
That’s no surprise,
I haven’t been very kind,
I just feel like an outsider most the time.
I’m definitely the black sheep,
There’s no denying that,
All the memories I’ll keep,
If you look closely you’ll see,
That your little girl,
Will always be me.
