I was 16 going on seventeen
Wanting more than I could have
Dreaming of places I never seen
But being held back from my dad
So I would sneek out with no shoes on my feet
Just makin sure that the floor wouldn't creek
He would always ask where I had went
How much gas was burnt , how much money was spent
Mother would cry and my father would glare
But my two older brothers never seemed to care
So I'm leaving this life , if you want to call it that
And I'm hoping one day when my words hit the air
That I'll make a good living, And won't loose all My hair
And I wish that my choice is the right one to make
So show me the way. Cause it's never to late
And those dreams that I had when I was young
Always Seemed to sleep right off my tongue
But I have forgotten them
But they have not forgot me
So give me more time
Just wait and see
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
I was 16 going on seventeen
Wanting more than I could have
Dreaming of places I never seen
But being held back from my dad
So I would sneek out with no shoes on my feet
Just makin sure that the floor wouldn't creek
He would always ask where I had went
How much gas was burnt , how much money was spent
Mother would cry and my father would glare
But my two older brothers never seemed to care
So I'm leaving this life , if you want to call it that
And I'm hoping one day when my words hit the air
That I'll make a good living, And won't loose all My hair
And I wish that my choice is the right one to make
So show me the way. Cause it's never to late
And those dreams that I had when I was young
Always Seemed to sleep right off my tongue
But I have forgotten them
But they have not forgot me
So give me more time
Just wait and see
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