From pictures of scenes past,
I see how much we've grown.
I realize I never could get this far on my own.
Help me to remember who I was made to be.
I can't forget where I came from or my own family.
I didn't notice then, but it seems we've come so far.
I never thought that moving on would ever be this hard.
And now that I'm grown-up, I'm not sure what to do.
Or who I should be now that I'm less held back by you.
It's like fingering chords to songs I swore I'd never play again.
Their words rolled-off a girl whose hair was much longer back then.