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If I could talk to the child with big brown eyes, I would
I would and if it were the last thing I did
I'd hold her by the shoulders and tell her about life
I'd tell her to be nicer to people, they aren't the reason you're suffering
I'd tell her to tell her mom that she loves her more often
And she'd look up at me, confused at the stranger talking
But I'd look into the same brown eyes I see in the mirror
I'd look at those eyes and know of all the tears they'd cry in the future and all the things they'll see
And hurt for her, hurt for all she doesn't know she'll go through
I'd tell her you're beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen
Don't let anyone tell you differently, you deserve a simple life
If I could talk to my younger self
I'd look into those eyes and beg for forgiveness
For all I've done to her that I can't undo
I'd tell her, life is amazing and all suffering will come to an end
I'd tell her about the man with brown eyes and black hair who'll saves us
I'd tell her about the man with white hair who'll betray us in the worst ways
And hope that she understands that both these men are me
I'd tell her about the beautiful woman, who looks at us with pure adoration
And the boy who supports us no matter what
And hope she knows that I'm those people
Don't talk to the girl with black hair and tattoos, I'd say
Stay away from all you know is wrong, you'll be better off without it
I'd tell her that god loves her and that she isn't wrong for being herself
I'd tell her of all the love she'll get and all the love she'll be able to give
I'd tell her to never stop getting excited about little things because I love that about her
I'd tell her about her first love and to save it for the right person
I'd look at that little girl and feel nothing but love and melancholy
Because she could've been amazing, she could've changed the world
But instead she became me