Story of my life

🎸 Story of My Life
Country-pop • emotional, catchy, a little heartbreak, a little teenage chaos
[Intro — soft guitar]
Yeah, I guess this is growing up,
Trying to keep it all together when it's never enough.
Got a million things running through my mind,
And somehow you're still the one I can't leave behind.
[Verse 1 — The Boy]
I've known you since the fifth-grade days,
Back when I liked you in a million different ways.
You said you weren't interested back then,
So I told myself we were better off as friends.
But now you're flirting like you changed your mind,
Calling me pretty, dropping little hints all the time.
You look at me, and I start overthinking,
One little text and my whole heart's sinking.
You make me laugh, then you act so strange,
One day you're different, the next day you change.
And maybe I'm reading too much into your eyes,
But why'd you start now if you weren't interested that time?
[Pre-Chorus]
And I don't know if you mean it,
Or if I'm just another girl to you.
I play it cool like I don't care,
But there's a million things I wish you knew.
[Chorus]
'Cause it's the story of my life,
Trying to get things wrong and make them right.
A little bit of love, a little bit of pain,
Smiling in the sunshine, crying in the rain.
Got a boy in my head that I can't figure out,
Friends I love and fears I don't talk about.
Trying to be enough, trying to be me,
Wishing growing up was easy as it seems.
Yeah, I'm laughing when I'm barely alright,
Welcome to the story of my life.
[Verse 2 — Friends]
I've got friends who know me better than most,
The ones who make me laugh when I need it the most.
But sometimes their words hit harder than they know,
And I smile like it doesn't hurt before I let it show.
They talk about quitting, and I act like it's fine,
But softball's a piece of this heart of mine.
I want them to be happy, I want them to choose,
Whatever makes them happy, even if I've got something to lose.
I don't want them staying just because of me,
I just want them to understand what they mean to me.
'Cause some of my best memories are out on that field,
And I don't know how to explain how real it feels.
[Pre-Chorus]
I can say I'm fine, I can laugh it away,
But sometimes I wish they'd hear what I don't say.
I'm not trying to hold anybody back,
I just don't want to lose the things we have.
[Chorus]
'Cause it's the story of my life,
Trying to get things wrong and make them right.
A little bit of love, a little bit of pain,
Smiling in the sunshine, crying in the rain.
Got a boy in my head that I can't figure out,
Friends I love and fears I don't talk about.
Trying to be enough, trying to be me,
Wishing growing up was easy as it seems.
Yeah, I'm laughing when I'm barely alright,
Welcome to the story of my life.
[Verse 3 — Sports and School]
Got homework piling up beside my bed,
A hundred different thoughts running through my head.
Tests on Monday, projects due,
Trying to find some time just to be me, too.
Then there's softball, my favorite place to be,
The one thing that feels like a part of me.
The practices are hard, sometimes I'm worn out,
But put me on that field, and I forget what life's about.
Then there's volleyball, and I know I'm not the best,
I might sit on the bench while the others do the rest.
And honestly, I'm fine, I don't need to be a star,
I just want to have fun, wherever I am.
It's not about the gifts or being number one,
Sometimes I just need a break from the sport I love.
I don't have to win at everything I do,
I'm still figuring out who I'm growing into.
[Verse 4 — The Things I Don't Say]
They say I'm too emotional, like that's a crime,
Like I should have it figured out by now at thirteen.
But I feel things deeply, and that's just who I am,
I'm trying to understand myself the best I can.
Sometimes I say "I don't care" when I really do,
Sometimes I just don't know how to talk it through.
I'm tired of pretending that nothing gets to me,
Like being strong means hiding everything I feel inside of me.
And maybe that boy thinks I'm a little weird,
Maybe all these feelings are just things he never hears.
Maybe one day he'll tell me what he means,
Or maybe he's just flirting, and I'm caught up in a dream.
[Bridge — softer, emotional]
If I could tell you everything that's on my mind,
I'd tell you that I'm scared of leaving things behind.
I'd tell you that I care more than I let it show,
And sometimes I just wish that people really knew.
To the boy I've liked since fifth-grade hallways,
I still don't know what you mean when you look my way.
And to my friends, I hope you understand,
I'll always want you happy, even if things change.
I'm not asking for forever, I'm not asking you to stay,
I just hope we make some memories before we go our separate ways.
And maybe growing up means learning how to see
That I can love the people around me and still choose me.