I miss the people that knew me back when I wore pigtails in my hair,
and had grass stains on my denim overalls, but didn't care.
I miss the people that knew me back when I was a carefree kid,
and woke up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons like my friends did.
I miss the people that were there when I turned thirteen,
and was nervous because that's when the other girls were supposed to be mean.
I miss the people that were there when my uncle was shot and died,
and held my hand, and let me be quiet, and cry.
I miss the people that knew me when I was the nicest girl in school,
and I held in all my pain and fear, because that just wasn't cool.
I miss the people that knew me right before I pushed them all away,
and I'm sorry, I wish I made you all stay.