Every Version of Me

(hummmmm) I used to dance around my room,

Sing every song like it was written just for me,

Draw little pictures in the afternoon,

And dream about the person I'd grow up to be.

I had my favourite everything,

My favourite songs, my favourite things,

A thousand plans inside my head,

And made-believe worlds inside my bed.

I thought I'd always love those things,

That childhood never lost its wings,

But somewhere in the passing years,

Some things disappeared without a tear.

And I don't know when I changed my mind,

Or when I left those days behind,

But sometimes I wish that I could see

The girl who never knew she'd change like me.

To every version of me

I've been, The little girl and the girl within,

The one who dreamed,

the one who cried,

The one who kept her fears inside.

The things I loved,

the things I lost,

The bridges crossed, the lines I crossed,

The days I laughed,

the nights I grew,

The things I thought I'd never do.

I wouldn't erase a single memory,

Even the ones that changed me,

'Cause every road and every bend Made me who I am in

the end. To every version of me,

Thank you for getting me here

to be.

I used to think I'd never change,

That growing up would feel so strange,

I didn't know that friends could leave,

Or that some promises were hard to keep.

I outgrew clothes and favourite games,

Forgot some faces, changed some ways,

Found new songs that felt like home,

And learned that I could stand alone.

There were things I tried to hold,

Little pieces of my world of old,

But life kept moving,

day by day,

And I was changing on the way.

Sometimes I miss the things I've been,

The simple days I used to live in,

But there's a beauty I can see

In all the changes inside me.

To the girl who played pretend,

Who thought her childhood would never end,

To the girl who tried to fit right in,

Who wondered where she should begin.

To the girl who changed her mind,

Who left some favourite things behind,

To the girl who's still unsure Of what the future has in

store. You weren't lost,

you weren't wrong, You were becoming all along.

You didn't have to stay the same For every part of you

to matter just the same.

To every version of me I've been,

Every beginning, every end,

The little girl with the big-eyed dreams,

The teenager figuring out what life means.

The things I loved,

the things I knew,

The things I left,

the things I grew into,

The unexpected twists and turns,

The little lessons I had to learn.

I'll keep the memories close to me,

But leave some room for who I'll be,

'Cause I'm not finished,

not even near, There's still so much of me to appear.

And if I change a thousand times,

I'll still be proud of every life I've lived within this one

heartbeat,

Every

version that belongs to me.

I won't be who I was back then,

And I won't be her again.

But somewhere in the girl I see,

There's a little bit of every version of me.

The things I loved,

the things I've known,

The parts of me that helped

me grow. I'm not just

who I used to be… I'm every version of me. (mmmmm)