Take a look at me.
What do you see?
You see somebody,
But you see the girl I used to be.

I am not that little girl anymore,
The one with the tears always in her eyes.
I am not that little girl anymore,
The one with a mouth full of lies.

I am all grown up now,
Maybe not as old as you,
But I surely know,
How to run my life like I ought to.

You think you know me,
And my ways,
But you don’t know me,
I have changed since those days.

I know I used to lie and cry,
Scream and yell,
But that part of me has gone by,
And this what I have to tell.

I am stronger now,
Maybe not better than you,
But you can not tell me,
How I should be and what I should do.

I do not need to cry those tears anymore,
The ones you caused me to shed from your abuse.
You had picked a fight with me that turned in to a war,
But now I am calling a truce.

You are not better than me,
I am not better than you,
But I know I can be,
Someone without you trying to lead me through.

I have cut your noose from my throat,
And I just want to say:
That I have the hope,
And the power to walk away.

So good-bye, good-bye,
To the old girl I used to be,
To you and your tie,
That kept me from being me.

Now take a look at me,
What do you see?
I hope you don’t see that somebody,
That girl I used to be.