Letter To My 13 Year Old Self

Don’t you worry ’bout your curly hair

Clothes that don’t quite fit you anywhere

Voices echo in the gym, another girl’s had her first kiss

Please don’t think too much of it,        darl – ing

I’m so s       orry that they pick you last

Try to s       ay your foreign name and laugh

I know that you feel loud, so different from the crowd

Of big blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and boys that stare

But, baby, know that

You’ll grow up and grow so tough and charm them

Write y       our story, fall in love a little too

The things you thought you’d never do, I wish I could go back

And give her a squeeze, myself at thirteen

And just let her know, know that she’s beautiful       ,

mmmm – mm

Keep on        going with your silly dream

Life is        prettier than it may seem

One day, you’ll be up on stage, little girls will scream your name

The days of tears and failure fears, and no one cares

Will all make sense, ’cause

You’ll grow up and grow so confident and

Write y       our story, fall in love a little too

The things you thought you’d never do, I wish I could go back

And give her a squeeze, myself at thirteen

And just let her know, know that she’s beautiful,            oohh    hhhhhhhhh         h