At 19 you're not suppose to find something real
You were the first to make me feel
My heart I was willing to give to you
I was definitely in fear of you
Maybe we met to soon
Now I feel like a buffoon
Standing alone waiting for you
It's funny cause you are true
You like me for me
In return I like you for you
We have this passion that's not contains
But more than lust remains
At 19 we have our lives apart
Hope to one day to have a restart
Maybe I imagined it all for the start
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