I know that one day,
The names of friends,
And stories of us,
Will become tales of youth.
I know that one day,
I’ll grow up,
And stop crying to songs
About people I’ll never know.
I know that one day,
None of this will matter to me,
And I will laugh at myself
For being the teenage girl I am.
I know that one day,
I will be old,
And I will have wrinkles
That will tell the world how much
I have lived.