Teenage Years!
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We learn from our mistakes,
From the wrong turns we take
From the fake friends we make
And from the times we almost break.
Our mistakes help us grow
But at the time, we didn't know
We didn't want our weakness to show
At the time we couldn't let them know.
Our fake friends were there
But they didn't actually care
Our secrets, they would share
And now as we pass, they just stare.
Not breaking means you're strong
You'd know where you went wrmong
As if you weren't waiting so long
To explain yourself, but stay strong
So here's to the liars and traders
All the wannabes and haters
And learning from our mistakes
And learning to spot the fakes
Here's to being a teen
Live it up, cause we're living the dream...
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