When I was a little girl
mumbling about the nonsense all day
Telling you about everything in my brain
That must have been sweet.
When I was a little older
I began to dream
Telling you about how I want to do all the great things
People must think you were crazy.
Then I was changing a little
I was cynical and bitter
I rant and vent to you about the tiniest things
You must’ve been blaming yourself
Then I went away from you
One night you pick up a call from me
You were my last hope
I was scared to hell
For hours I cried,
Telling you about how I wanted to leave everything behind
For hours, you listened.
You heart must’ve been torn part.
All theses years
All these worlds
All these times I though you weren’t on my side