I saw a picture of myself a hundred pounds ago
It’s really humiliating how I’ve let myself go
I try to empathize and give myself grace
But It’s getting harder to ignore my past face
I tell myself I was miserable back then
But that I’m much happier now
I can’t say that it’s exactly a lie
Because I escaped that small town
I saw a video of myself from a few years ago
My voice was deeper and I had a natural glow
No time has passed from 18 to 22
Yet it feels like centuries I can’t get through
I tell myself I was miserable back then
But that I’m much happier now
I can’t say that it’s exactly a lie
Because I escaped that small town