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I'M SORRY I THINK I'M STRESSED I HAVE TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST I KNOW IT'S A CLICHE BUT IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME BEFORE THIS MIGHT BE ADDRESSED & THE FLOWERS THEY KNOW YOUR REAL NAME & THE SKY'S SO BLUE BUT I'M HAVING A BAD DAY WHILE I'M PAINTING THE ROSES & EVERYTHING IS YELLOW I'VE GOT NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF SO YOU'LL START BEING MELLOW & I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE IT'S ALL I'VE ASKED FOR (oh shit! here we go again!) BUT WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW IT TOOK THREE GIRLS 'TIL I COULD GROW BUT I'M ONLY 16, NIC FIEND, A KING NEEDS A QUEEN I CAN'T WAIT TIL I MATURE WHO AM I TO PRETEND? THAT THIS IS THE START, THIS IS THE END BUT I'LL CALL UP SOME FRIENDS, DEPENDS ALL THIS FOR A PEN NOW I'M WASTED IN OUR REMAINS