(Based on the Brad Paisley song).
If I could write a letter to me
And send it back in time to myself at 17
First I'd prove it's me by saying look into the mirror,
There's a little girl with fear in her eyes, no one else would know is there.
And then I'd say I know it's tough
When you're not the one chosen, but her...
And yeah I know you really liked him and it just don't seem fair,
All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare.
And oh you got so much going for you, going right,
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night!
He wasn't right for you
But still it hurts deep down inside,
And you're wondering if you'll survive,
You'll make it through this and you'll see...
You're still around to write this letter to me.
At the stop light at Rock and Central,
There's a coffee shop full of friends just waiting to console.
And when you get a date for homecoming, make sure your shoes
are kinda comfortable...
Cause dancing the night away-your feet will be in trouble.
Each and every time you have a fight
Just assume you're wrong and Abbie's right.
And you should really thank your Mama,
She spent so much extra time...
It's like she sees the diamond underneath
And she's polishin' you 'til you shine!
And oh you got so much going for you, going right,
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night.
Tonight's the big ball game,
But you're staying home instead because if you break curfew once more,
Mom and Dad will give you war.
Trust me you'll survive the night, just wait you'll see...
You're still around to write this letter to me.
You've got so much up ahead
You'll make new friends.
You'll go to SMU and Spain and Cleveland
And I'd end by saying have no fear,
There's a man ahead who is more than you ever dreamed!
I guess I'll see you in the mirror
When you're a grown woman,
P.S. Go hug your parents, every chance you can!!
And oh you got so much going for you, going right
But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night.
I wish you'd study Business,
I wish you'd take a dance class, too.
I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be,
I'd say have a little faith and you'll see
If I could write a letter to me....
To all my friends that made 17 such a memorable and wonderful time in my life. I love you, and miss you, and thank you for the memories!!
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