blushing
I never knew how much so little could hurt
That's the thing about living
You discover things you never imagined
Wisdom comes with age
Why is it so hard to heed
when oldheads say they've been there, done that,
and the story don't end so sweet?
I let myself confide in you
I let myself spread thin
I let myself adore you too
I let my spirit sin
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