We were young, we smelt like pixy sticks and hope.
Ran through the meadows getting our dresses ***** without a s i n g l e care in the world
We'd laugh until our bellies hurt, and laugh even more
Smile so big the whole world could see it
Until you turned 13
Never saw that breath-taking smile again
Never laughed til you cried
All you did was just cry
Never came out your room
Til that day we found you
Hanging from the ceiling
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
We were young, we smelt like pixy sticks and hope.
Ran through the meadows getting our dresses ***** without a s i n g l e care in the world
We'd laugh until our bellies hurt, and laugh even more
Smile so big the whole world could see it
Until you turned 13
Never saw that breath-taking smile again
Never laughed til you cried
All you did was just cry
Never came out your room
Til that day we found you
Hanging from the ceiling
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