Sixteen

Just when I think I need someone,

they wrap their arms around my old bones

And I start breaking apart

I walk away from anyone that cares about me

But I swear my skin's not as rough as I make it out to be

The saddest part is I've been distant since I was sixteen

It keeps me up in bed

I'm stuck here with all the choices I've made

And the chances I was too afraid to take

I've called myself young and stupid,

but lately I feel old and desperate

I find it kind of weird how you find yourself when you have no one

I look for the right things in all the wrong places

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