IM STUCK AT SEVENTEEN!
Maybe it's seasonal, or maybe just chemical.
The sun is crawling out, but all I feel are autumn leaves crushing under my feet.
It's not fair that l'm still seventeen,
and you drive down highways like there's no limit.
Could you wait for me? Just a minute or two...
maybe that'll do.
I Braided my hair.
Bruised knuckles.
Flushed down the guilt just to fit into the chair.
Would it make any difference?
Do you even care?
Made it seem like you wrapped me up in a bow.
Little did you know, it was a noose, right under my jaw.
They say time is measured in light,
so why the hell do I feel my spark fading away.
Did it even happen, or was it all in my head??
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