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My juicebox turned to whisky

Lolipops to cigarettes

This is getting too risky

And I'm starting to regret

I remember little me, sitting in that stroller

Grinning ear to ear, waiting to get older

I miss the days where I was carefree

When the scariest thing about boys were cooties

I miss my wrists covered in bracelets instead of scars

I miss dreaming to live under the stars

Now, I just dream for it all to stop

While I sit here, alone, on my rooftop