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Something sweet, something strong,
But well make this short
A fact I’ve know for far too long
Who was I fooling, You fooled me
My hearts not broken, But it feels weak
I wont say you lied, let’s call it sweet talk
All the things I want to hear, your way with words is top notch.
Liar, liar, your lies so sweet
You stopped wanting me, I’m still on my feet
Ill find my own way, this path I’ve know
This isn’t the end, just another stepping stone.
I am fifteen. My town is hardly big enough to be considered a town.
I have plenty of friends, but I trust as few to fit on one hand.
I read, take pictures, text, and hangout. I'm trying to do this whole " be a teenager" thing right.
I write a lot and I write often.
I'm confident in who I am, you should be too.
I'm all for self expression, and I wish I could get what I feel into words, but often I can't.
Inspire me often.
Inspire me with greatness.
Anyone is welcome.
I have plenty of friends, but I trust as few to fit on one hand.
I read, take pictures, text, and hangout. I'm trying to do this whole " be a teenager" thing right.
I write a lot and I write often.
I'm confident in who I am, you should be too.
I'm all for self expression, and I wish I could get what I feel into words, but often I can't.
Inspire me often.
Inspire me with greatness.
Anyone is welcome.
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