I like who I used to be Way more than the guy Staring back at me He’s got no curls to expose No freckles on his stubby nose And he never grows If I could see him now I’d tell him Hey kid, life’ll fuck you up And I'm sorry that they hurt you But to them, it won’t mean much You're not enough And things won’t be better with time But don’t make yourself a bother It's much easier to hide How can I see it clearer When half my childhood memories Are taking place in front of a mirror And I'm sorry that I'm not The little girl you always wanted I promise I’ll still paint my nails For you At 17 it’s hard to breathe I hate that guy staring back at me Somehow I thought that there’d be pros To a life where I don’t know Which way to go (go, go, go, go, go, go, go) And now I'm going off to college And my curls are straightened out I was 12 when I first hurt myself And 13 made a vow And now your fingers are all tangled And your tongue is twisted up If I’d known that I’d still feel this way I swear I'd just give up But How can I see it clearer When half my childhood memories Are taking place in front of a mirror And I'm sorry that I'm not The little girl you always wanted I promise I’ll still paint my nails For you Am I too much? Please tell me if I am I would fill my hands with roses Just to see you again Am I not enough? If I am, I understand I don't know how to feel content with Anything Am I too much? (Bad child, awful child) Please tell me if I am (Stick your hands in dirt child) I would fill my hands with roses (My child, wild child) Just to see you again (Grown up, passed away, my) Am I not enough? (Bad child, awful child) If I am, I understand (Stick your hands in dirt child) I don't know how to feel content with (Leather child, summertime) Anything, anything at all (Grown up, passed away, my) Bad child, awful child Stick your hands in dirt child My child, wild child Grown up, passed away, my Bad child, awful child Stick your hands in dirt child Leather child, summertime Grown up, passed away, my