I want to be a good for something
not a good for nothing
I don't want to be known for the decisions I make
I want to be known for the chances I take
I don't want you to see me for who I aim to be
instead notice the real me
don't pay attention to the mask on my face
watch and I'll give you a trace
of who's really inside my mind
let's turn back time and rewind
to the little girl attached to her mommy's hip
now she's back talking and giving her lip
because this place isn't where she wants to be
she wants to be free
this isn't the place she wants to call home
tell me, what defines a home
a house isn't a home unless
you feel stressed
am I right
all they do is fight
can I leave can I be me yet
oh child don't fret
don't grow up too fast
once you're older you'll reach for your past
and you'll want to be that little girl attached to her mommy's hip again