I dont remember my phone number, and i forget which year i was really born in.
Im not a little girl anymore my momma doesnt pick out my clothes, im no longer obsessed with penguins.
Im not as strong as i once was, give me a hug and you might break me in half.
I loved the color pink, now my world could be in black and white for all it matters.
I dont go to church, because i dont believe the same things i used to. (besides im to much of a sinner.)
The years have gone by and the lies have piled high.
Someone said "dont you ever change." ooops, my bad. **** happends