Looking back at pictures makes me remember how care free I used to be.
How I could do anything and not be scared
I wasn't cautious or would care how anyone would think of me
I was a fighter, I said what I believed
I was silly, corky, and a little wild, but I didn’t care
Life was so much better, when did it all change?
When did I change?

I wish I could go back to that, to the real me
I never feel like myself anymore
I don’t have the friends that I used to have
These ones are new, they’re different, they don’t get me
The old ones I had fun with, I genuinely laughed with
I could be me, whoever I wanted
But they took the path of drugs and I wanted to stay clean
Why couldn’t it just stayed the same as the photographs I look at

I used to love being me
I was never depressed or upset with life
I had no fear and that’s what I loved the most about myself
I was so confident and secure
I loved big and lived hard
Looking back I wish I could just hang on a little longer to the real me
That girl in the pictures was so unique, so fresh and exciting
I wish I could be her again, I wish I could be me again.