I'm no expert, Just a little brown over and under the eyes, totally low effort, doesn't matter if I cry.
Now I want you back, I miss your hands in my heart, you're the only part of me I lack, but what if you don't want to restart.
You were the secret to my life, And they tell me calm down, you're seventeen, but every moment is a red hot knife, followed by the echoes of an overlived dream.