Baker

Once upon a time, I was a baker And everybody was impressed But I didn't need approval because I already knew I was the best Everything I made was a masterpiece It all tasted like heaven But then unfortunately, I turned seven Once upon a time, I was a painter And everybody said, "Wow Girl, you're so clever, you're so talented" And I agreed, and I stood proud I painted mountains I painted blue lakes I painted people I drew portraits But then I drew my dad and held it up beside him And I realized that it looked nothing like him And part of me wished nobody had told her But I guess it's just a part of getting older, hmm Once upon a time, I was a runner I was the fastest in the town And they'd all say nobody will outrun her 'Cause she's the fastest girl around Once upon a time, I was a dancer It took no effort I was a scientist, I was an expert I was a genius, and I thought nothing of it Until they told me that I wasn't And part of me wished nobody had told her But I guess it's just a part of getting older When you learn You're supposed to color perfectly inside of the lines And you're supposed to win at least a couple hundred times Before you even have the right to think or say or show you're any good at all They'll tell you that there's only one right way, one paved path Or you'll make a fool of yourself, and everyone will laugh They'll make you feel like everybody's waiting there to watch you as you fall They sigh, they tell me I'm a dreamer They say, "Someone's gotta wake her" But I'll just smile, I'll say Once upon a time, I was a baker