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I go back in time Tracking down my life Trying to figure out why I became so bitter When did it start going wrong? When did it start going wrong? Was it when I took this job? Was it when I stopped talking to God? Or was it when he stopped answering my prayers? Was it at school when the girls wouldn’t talk to me Because I stopped giving them my homework? Was it that road trip when I sat Alone, crying, at the back of the bus? Was it when I didn’t go to prom Because I didn’t know what to wear? Was it when I felt worthless Because I wasn't the top of the class? Was it when I yelled at my grandma because she made my mother cry? Was it when my favorite uncle passed away Without having the chance to say goodbye? Was it when I realized that I was a girl And that it was why my father wouldn’t buy me a bike? Was it the first time I fought with my brother? Or the second time my mother said that I was fat? Was it when the store stopped selling my favorite chocolate? Was it when my kitten died? Was it the first time I loved a boy That didn’t love me back? It goes back and back and back To the day I was born Maybe that’s when it all started going wrong