I was a child who loved to sing
and laughed at almost everything.
Had you taken the time to talk to me
you'd have gotten to like me too,you see.
But you were busy playing it tough;
bullying me till I'd had enough.
Calling me names was fun for you;
I'd taken it for years,it's true.
So often I'd break down and cry
feeling just like I could die.
Well I'm all grown up now you see;
those yesteryears a memory.
So I wish you well in all you do.
It's taken me years but I made it through.
You go your way and I'll go mine.
If our paths don't cross again,that's fine.