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Girl, you'll grow up and you'll grow old;
You'll learn to love and learn to hurt.
Oh, and yes, you'll learn everything in-between.
But please, be careful what you wish for..
That one last kiss could hurt you even more than the first.
Don't be disillusioned by his touches.
He doesn't care.
No! He STILL doesn't care.
Did he ever? No.
He never felt what his words promised.
There will always be that one who moved on
(Right after he cemented your feet to the spot, of course).
Boys are like that; They hit you when they like you,
And kill you when they stop.
That's why we women have to be feline;
The boys endanger every one of our nine lives.
I'm down to eight and I'm only seventeen.
Except, minus the 'only.'
When you wave goodbye to a dream, you grow up real quick.
Especially when your dream has eyes the color of crayola sky blue
And a voice made to whisper I love you's.
Don't tell me I'm too young to hurt, too young to cry, too young to love.
Age ain't nothing but a number, and love ain't got anything to do with math.