16 Dasha

I went from
Princes and pirate ships
To breaking hearts
And I don’t remember it
Cause childhood scars
Left me a sour taste

Now I’m 13
I’ve got anxiety
Girls are mean
I guess the irony’s
They wanna be
The people that they hate

I thought we were kids
What the hell happened
His hands on my skin
Not what I imagined
I’m crying to friends
In the girl's bathroom again

Please slow it down
I’m freaking out
I’m growing up
And lost my crown
I don’t think I’d be reminiscing
If time stopped back when I was 16