I used to want to be a princess
One that waved and bows down
But that's not who I am
So I'm passing on the crown
Every time I see myself
I don't see that princess anymore
I see a little girl
Who's heart is still so sore
He sent me a video when I was 11
That's when I really changed
I wanted him to like me
I knew I couldn't stay the same
When he sees my now
I wonder what he thinks
Does he think in pretty?
Does he even know it's me?
I used to want to be a princess
With a big dress that flows
But now I'm older
I hate that her princess goes
I want to be that girl
The one I used to be
Her favorite color was pink
Too bad she isn't me
Does he think of me when he sees her
Or does he look right through
Cause I know when I see him
I can only think of you
