Oh, but you can.

Look at all those golden little puppies,
Rolling around the kitchen floor
Every 6 year old little girl's dream.
But we couldn't keep them all.
I can only pick one?
No, mom, please. We must keep them all!

Mom, my first day of junior high was
Terrible. They don't like my hair,
It's too short, and I look like a
Boy.
How could you make me go to school like this?
Please, just let me stay home tomorrow.

How could this happen? I'm only 16,
And I've already lost my best friend.
He was killed, mom, a drunk driving
Accident.
How am I supposed to live through this?
Please don't make me get out of
Bed.

My last year of high school, now I'm a senior.
So you choose now to get a divorce?
You are going to move, and I'll have to move schools.
I won't have any friends, mom.
I cannot handle this, I'm not really moving, am I?
Please, mom, can't we just wait one more year?

But I picked one.
And I went to my second day of junior high.
And I got out of bed.
And I moved schools.

He was the best dog I've ever had.
I met a girl who also had short hair.
I got dressed and pulled myself together.
I walked through the doors to my new high school.

The day we had to bury him, I thought about all the memories
She told me she liked my hair
I looked in the mirror
Someone came up to me, and asked me my name

And I smiled.