“This is a story that I have never told I can't keep it in my chest anymore I need to get it off and let it go I used to be the good little girl The one whose hair would never curl Always joyful and full of life Never knew the meaning of a knife Then growing up happened And life got harder and sharpened Waiting on on the corner watching something that will fade Why keep waiting when she could end it in a second with sharp blade Faking a smile all day To come back shut her room closed and in it she would stay Crying herself to sleep Has become a tradition she'd follow and keep The girl I used to be grew up too fast Don't know if it's a curse or a blast. But I don't wanna be remembered for the girl who listened to every word I don't wanna be known for the little girl too shy to speak a word I wanna be remembered as a fighter A strong person only getting stronger Standing 10 feet taller And head held up higher.”
