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