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