People that used to matter,
They don’t matter anymore.
Think that they know me,
Make judgment calls,
Begging for the old me, but
Chorus:
I’m not the hopeless romantic,
Teenaged girl with the stars in her eyes,
The one that believed in fairy tales.
I’ve stepped into the real world.
Don’t tell me who I am,
Until you’ve walked in my shoes,
I may share my stories,
Just know that I hold no regrets,
Your perception doesn’t scare me.
Chorus
See me as I really am,
I’m not the kind that hides with lies.
I’ll be blunt and brutal,
You can’t handle what I do.
I don’t care if you walk away.
I’ve stepped into the real world.
