"6 Years Old"

You're 6 years old, hand out the window as the car is moving fast, you feel strong.

But, that innocent feeling won't last very long.

Just now 13, looking in the mirrir, at every flaw you can see.

The confidence you once carried, now history.

At 17, now crying in a bathroom stall, your 1st love just dumped you down the hall.

you close your eyes, trying to think back to when

you're 6 years old, hand out the window as the car is moving fast, you feel...strong.

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