To the Me that I Used to Be
The Me I used to be, used to be a brunette
We’re blonde now, but we want to go back to the Me I used to be.
The Me I used to be wasn’t in love
Now we say we are, but we aren’t so sure
I wish I could ask the Me I used to be.
The Me I used to be wanted so much to be accepted
I’m sorry the Me I used to be
I still want to be.
The Me I used to be feared God
Now we fear losing God
I wouldn’t go back to the Me I used to be.
The Me I used to be would never hurt a fly
We only hurt ourselves now
I would make you sad the Me I used to be.
The Me I used to be didn’t make people laugh
We make people laugh even when we don’t try to nowadays
I would make you laugh the Me I used to be.
The Me I used to be worked so hard
We still work just as hard, but no one sees it anymore
You would be disappointed the Me I used to be.
The Me I used to be might be proud of the Me I am today.
Sometimes I miss the Me I used to be.
But we’re excited to meet the Me we are tomorrow.
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