The Tramp Ate The Lady

If I could go back to when my age was less than now.
I think my memory would be alright.
Maybe then I could mend
all the hearts I've broken.

Will it start in the sand box,
or the first day of high school?

These words were force fed to me.
How else could I say that to you?
I wish I could get a hold of myself.

Because I'm jaded,
because I'm hated,
by anything that can breath.

But I told, yes I told them,
that I'd soon be leaving.
A couple more years down the road
I'll be on it like the tramp that I am.

Because this lady never got the chance
to prove her worth.