Oh, I Wish I could say I didn't mean it
I meant every ugly word
Flipping through old photos of me in my youth
Just a twenty-something year old girl
I remember when everyone was pretty
I was sticking out
When everyone was skinny
I was filled with thoughts no longer allowed
Oh, Girl
I made her cry
I called her every name in the book
And did it twice on Sunday
The kinda hurt you carry round this whole life
Not a single word spoken or written on a page
I was such a bitch to that babe
I was such a bitch to that babe
No warning of curves up ahead
I calculated every cost to fix the girl back then
Well there's no going back being sorry
Oh there's no going back and being kind
Oh, Lord, I made her cry
I called her every name in the book
And did it twice on Sunday
The kinda hurt you carry round this whole life
Not a single word spoken or written on a page
I was such a bitch to that babe
I'm such a bitch to that babe
I can't turn back the clock
No I can't take back old thoughts
No idea how the hell she survived
How she found some love deep inside
Cause
I called her every name in the book
And did it twice on Sunday
The kinda hurt you carry round this whole life
Not a single word spoken or written on a page
I was such a bitch to that babe
I was such a bitch to that babe
I was such a bitch to that babe