Hold Me Close
Hold me close, I told my mother, my friend
Im 17 now, never to be 4 again
I had just grown up, right under my brow.
Ive grown so smart, so tall, so free
My soon-to-be life is a reflection of me
My eyes are green, that's my daddy you see
But my personality has come from only me.
Ill be leaving this fall, and try not to cry.
My family and friends ill pass right by
In that purple Jeep, ill drive away
But i'll still be 5 at the end of the day.
Just for now, we take it slow
Day by day, i will grow old
But for now just please, hold me close.
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