I sometimes wonder if it's me,
I sometimes think how can this be,
She used to be such a good friend,
Now it seems we've reached the end,
She's grown up further than she should be,
Now it seems she doesn't care about me,
She talks about all these boys,
When she gets them she makes a boring noise,
'Now I want this one,
'No, I want him',
It's making me feel pretty grim,
She's like an adult when she's only 14,
I now hate her ways,
Does this make me sound mean?
I want her back
The way she was,
But that was her choice
Oh, yes it was!