I'm sorry for the way my life turned out.
I'm sorry for the smile I'm wearing now.
Guess I'm still not good enough.
You know she's brave, but it's trapped inside.
Scared to talk but you don't know why.
Wish I knew back then what I know now.
Wish I could some how go back in time and maybe listen to my own advice?
I'd tell her speak up, tell her to shout out, talk a bit louder, be a bit prouder.
Tell her she's beautiful, wonderful, everything she doesn't see.
Hands in the clock only turn one way.
