I used to be Shirley Temple, free from truth and clad in pink skirts and dresses
But now I am a teenager, knowing the truth and adorned in blue and gray
I can’t go back

I used to be J.K. Rowling, my mind painted with rainbows and flourishing with fantasy
But now my concentration is called and I must throw my imagination into the black trash can
I can’t go back

I used to be Kelly Clarkson, coming to my gold-encrusted dreams through the “American Idol” shortcut
But now I stare at a paper with my handwriting as my rusted dream vanishes from sight
I can’t go back