I used to know the little girl,
Who was so happy to be alive,
I used to know the little girl,
Who would never shed a single tear,
I used to know the little girl,
Who had absolutely no fears,
I used to know the little girl,
Who had so many good friends,
But the little girl turned into a woman,
Who cried and cried again.
Every inch of it is killing me,
More than you know,
The past is still present,
Even though it doesn’t show.
