Deep
Within the recesses of my
Being,
Is the young
Innocent girl
They used to know.
Deep
Within my
Mind
Are the
Thoughts,
I used to think
When I was young.
Deep,
Within my
Heart
Is what I used to
Feel
Before I met you.
But on
Top
Is a wild,
Bad,
More mature girl,
Daring to break the
Rules.
She's new in these parts.
She doesn't belong here.
This isn't what I'm used to.
Who does who think she is?
Waltzing in here,
Making me do things,
I used to never agree with.
Maybe this is apart of growing up,
Or maybe this is what crazy people do.
Either way,
I'm a bit scared.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Deep
Within the recesses of my
Being,
Is the young
Innocent girl
They used to know.
Deep
Within my
Mind
Are the
Thoughts,
I used to think
When I was young.
Deep,
Within my
Heart
Is what I used to
Feel
Before I met you.
But on
Top
Is a wild,
Bad,
More mature girl,
Daring to break the
Rules.
She's new in these parts.
She doesn't belong here.
This isn't what I'm used to.
Who does who think she is?
Waltzing in here,
Making me do things,
I used to never agree with.
Maybe this is apart of growing up,
Or maybe this is what crazy people do.
Either way,
I'm a bit scared.
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