I miss the girl that I once knew
The girl with hair blonder than dust
And cheeks rounder than apples
I miss the girl that I once knew
The girl with nerves of a wet napkin
And legs clumsier than spaghetti
I miss the girl I once knew
The girl who always did what she was told
And was always afraid to speak
I miss the girl I once knew,
That's all true.
But she grew up.
And I don't miss that little girl so much
Anymore.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
I miss the girl that I once knew
The girl with hair blonder than dust
And cheeks rounder than apples
I miss the girl that I once knew
The girl with nerves of a wet napkin
And legs clumsier than spaghetti
I miss the girl I once knew
The girl who always did what she was told
And was always afraid to speak
I miss the girl I once knew,
That's all true.
But she grew up.
And I don't miss that little girl so much
Anymore.
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