When I was five I thought sixteen
Was the epitome of all grown up
I'd have a boyfriend and a car
And my best friend from first grade

I'd be tall and skinny as a rail
The stick in which boy's hearts impaled
I'd have knowledge enough
For a large group of friends and straight A's

I must have gone to Jupiter
'Cause all I got was stupider
And I'm also really bad at making friends
I don't wake up early to put my hair in curls
And on top of it all I like girls
So I guess I failed myself in the end

Growing up, my parents expectations
Were ten times my height
I didn't think I could make them
But everyone made me try

Now that I stand at five foot eleven
I need the standard set
When I was seven
But my plan for life has gone completely

My childhood self felt so sure
I must look so dumb to her
I've waited for sixteen
Since I was three

I've made the mark my parent's want
But my zest for life is totally gone
So I guess, I only failed little me

I guess life never turns out how you want
But I only want one thing
I want to be a person that would make
Five year old me proud

I may not have a boyfriend, or a car or good looks
But at least there's an interesting path that I took
And I learned how to stand out from a crowd

I'll never impress childhood me
If she knew how she turned out
It'd crush her dreams
I'm not at all who she wanted me to be

My life whent down in shambles and up in flames
So much for her fantasy games
I wish I could pretend I was
Who she pretended was me

I must have gone to Jupiter
'Cause all I got was stupider
And I'm also really bad at making friends (where has the time gone?)

I don't wake up early to put my hair in curls
And on top of it all I like girls
So I guess I failed myself in the end