Do you remember me?
The quiet little girl you played with
Until her friend said ,she liked you.
She was a sad little girl,
Who couldn't say she liked you,
Who couldn't find the words.
Well she grew into a poet
And now she has a word for everything,
I feel swallowed by the irony.

"Good morning."
Is that all you can say?
I want to bury myself in the snow,
But I'm a Californian girl,
Not bred, but turned.
I ran into the bathroom,
Why did I return?
To the north, to the cold,
Was it to see you?

I gaze into the mirror,
Thinking of all the last Decembers
When I was just a mile away from you,
Any of those times I could of had you.
You were the one who got away, my unicorn,
The one who left me to my scorn.
But I grew up, I became a woman,
I handled the situation as woman do.

I wonder how long ago I became your type,
Was it when I grew up?
Or just when said goodbye?
Or when I was no longer me?
I told you my name, you had forgotten me,
Why had I remembered you?
Did you break my childish heart?
Is that why I want to break yours,
To pay back scorn from years before?
 
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