I miss that chubby little girl with the wild curly hair
I miss the way she'd fight with boys and was scared to play truth or dare.

I miss the little girl whose eyes would fill up with joy,
Whenever her mom came home, it's like she never needed toys.

I miss the way she'd play in dirt, run away with no shoes and rip her skirt

I miss her little questions that most kids wouldn't ask,
The way she'd talk about the future and forgot about the past.

I miss how fearless she was when she met a stray dog,
She'd try to sneak them home but would always get caught.

I miss that little girl who would run away from home by going down the street,
But would get worried about her mama and run home with dirty bare feet.

She'd tell a million stupid jokes and be happy all day
Even though she didn't have any friends- "no one had time to play."

I miss the way she didn't care about the rude little girls
She'd look at them and laugh and continue in her own little world.

I miss the love she expressed when her mom would finally come home
She didn'e have a care in the world so long as she wasn't alone.

I miss the way she used to be - So loving yet carefree

But time rushed her too fast, now thats all in the past, and now I ask my mom,
"Do you miss the way I used to be?"