Hi, hello? Is that you? Yeah, I've been looking for you— A ten year-old girl who's got a crush On the most beautiful boy in class, But he's got a new girlfriend now And you cry with your friends on The middle of school field Wishing it could've been you one day.
Hey, hello! Yeah it's me. I've been looking for you too— A nineteen-year-old woman who now Lives by her own, being free and all, Wbo can buy clothes and all you want By yourself without having your mother To worry about.
Oh, no, no. Maybe that's me, Or maybe it's all just In your imagination, dear. I want to send a message— Live and love and cry all you want, You can repeat it again and again. Promise me?
Why? I don't want to cry— I don't want to feel heartbroken By another stupid boys or another Stupid school assignments again—
Oh, my dear. It is much and much better, Than having your heart cold as stone— Unable to feel anything, Even love.
A conversation I wish I could make— To my much, younger person.