As I cry,
I wonder why.

The world is so cold and mean,
especially if you're a teen.

Old enough to get a guy,
and give my heart away.

Too young to understand,
just why he didn't stay.

He said he loved me,
I believed it true.

Now I see that
I'd rather have you.

Too old to cry at little things,
too young to know how much it stings.

The list of heartache grows and grows,
the door to my heart I do now close.
 
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