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
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
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
