When I was little I dreamed of the day I would turn 16 I expected butterflies, A lot laughter with friends, A cute guy that would make me feel Something I have Never felt before I expected adventures, love and that It would be The best year of my life Well, I was wrong I cried myself to sleep Because School was hard And my friends would not Unterstand me I was lonely and really bad sometimes I got drunk for the first time I skipped school and Even started liking a boy Still I had this horrrible feeling That hole in my heart And sadly It would not go away