I remember.

When I was twelve,
I had a crush on that tall boy,
He had blue eyes,
And he set my heart on fire.

When I was twelve I
Had my heart broken for the first time,
To him I was
Just a fat little girl,
But little did he know,
Little did he know...

After school I'd come home laughing or crying,
And I'd pick up a pen,
Scribbles then are words now,
And those words will go down in history when
I say 'I remember him.'

First year in high school,
I had a crush on the boy on the cricket team,
He was a basketballer,
And he knew how to play the love game.

First year in high school,
I loved another girl's sweetheart,
To him I was
That girl who would wait forever at the back door,
But little did he know,
Little did he know,

After school I'd come home laughing or crying,
And I'd pick up my pen.
Scribbles then are words now,
And those words will go down in history when
I say 'I remember him.'

Now I'm a sophomore,
And there are those dumb blonde girls,
Who don't really like me,
Cause I actually have a brain.

Now I'm a sophomore,
I'm supposed to be a big girl,
But to them I'm just easy meat
For them to pick on.
But little do they know,
Little do they know...

When I come home from school laughing or crying
I do what I always do,
And pick up my pen.
Scribbles then are words now,
And these words will go down in history when
I say 'I remember them.'

Little do you know,
Every time you make me cry,
I can turn my tears into words,
And words into stories.
Little do you know,
That this brain that you tease me for,
This heart that you broke before,
Will be your fall...

Because, you know,
You never did treat me well,
You always made me cry.
I was just a little girl,
And you never told me why.
So don't expect me to make you into a hero.

Because,
Because of you I came home crying,
And whenever I did,
I'd always pick up a pen.
So I guess this is my way of thanking you
For sleepless nights,
And teary eyes,
And broken hearts,
And shattered dreams,
...and some really great stories.