fifteen.

Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right.
I never stopped to think of you; I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win.
You are the antidote that gets me by; something strong like a drug that gets me high.
To you I'm sorry about all the lies, maybe in a different light, you could see me stand on my own again.
Cause now I can see;
You were the antidote that got me by; something strong like a drug that got me high.
I never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me that I keep, locked inside of me so deep; it always seems to get to me.
I never really wanted you to go, so many things you should have known.
I guess for me theres just no hope.
I never meant to be so cold.

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It's for the better though.