Loser kid

I was always picked last for teams, I wore my sisters jeans, I was a loser kid. And the teachers didn?t care, They just left me sitting there, I don?t know what i did But since then, How the tides have turned, Cos i used to be the loser kid, Who always ran away and hid. No one took the time to know me, The kick me sign was always on me. Now everyone wants to know, What I do and where I go, At least I know they wont forget me, Cos i live with miss mackenzie. And now its all history, And i put it all behind me, Look at what I?ve become. I get recognised in the street, And everyone i meet, Remembers the news I made.