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1, 2, 3 go and run with me Youthful girl full of misery 4, 5, 6 and I’ll **** your **** Bat eyelashes, blow kisses til it makes you sick Numbers, numbers won’t you tell me what I am, Am I another number? Another notch on your belt band? I remember how much I loved meeting all your friends but now you’ve got me hidden like it’s something that I said 1, 2, 3 open up and see Nothing but the bedsheets and calculus theory 4, 5, 6 can’t pick it up that quick- You talk to me for hours but it doesn’t stick 10 years, I’m 20, you’re 30 years old I was warm as tea but on the shelf I’ve grown cold You’re so loud and proud- you don’t seem very proud of me I’m sorry I’m not older Maybe one day I could be
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Age Gap
1, 2, 3 go and run with me Youthful girl full of misery 4, 5, 6 and I’ll **** your **** Bat eyelashes, blow kisses til it makes you sick Numbers, numbers won’t you tell me what I am, Am I another number? Another notch on your belt band? I remember how much I loved meeting all your friends but now you’ve got me hidden like it’s something that I said 1, 2, 3 open up and see Nothing but the bedsheets and calculus theory 4, 5, 6 can’t pick it up that quick- You talk to me for hours but it doesn’t stick 10 years, I’m 20, you’re 30 years old I was warm as tea but on the shelf I’ve grown cold You’re so loud and proud- you don’t seem very proud of me I’m sorry I’m not older Maybe one day I could be
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
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