"with every date it gets harder"

-who said that?

"why do we have to part?"

"because I want you to grow."

- will I truly?

--

nothing is sweeter, oh nothing

than a good morning message

or, maybe there is!

a good night

yes, a good night

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we ask, why

Tonight I rest my head on his shoulder
For the last time we will have witnessed the

play that began it all

Sinta

it's been five years

My tears fall as I clutch his chest
He continues to look at the road

I try to hold onto that scent
his wonderful scent

he tries to hold back his tears

and it's been five years
Boyce Avenue's cover of Teenage Dream is playing

and yes, he is my teenage dream

now I am 20, and he 21
we must part

we must grow apart and find another dream