Hey Fancy Kid, I love you.I feel like there is a lot on my mind. Decisions, what to do. Who loves me and who doesn't? I think I'm starting to figure it all out. My problem though is hurt, is trust, is love. What does it all mean?
I just need that one set of arms telling me that it's okay.
They were the first set of arms.
They will be the last set of arms.
He showed me a lot of firsts.
There will be no lasts.
So, I guess I know what to do.
Put me on a pedestal,
tell me how much I mean to you.
I thought long and hard today about white houses and the color red. I can't get it out of my head. But hey, I don't want it to leave.
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's 'til the end
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