i'm sixteen, sorry.
the boys are asking me, "why do you hold onto something like that?" and i always respond with an "i can't let go."
they're asking me, "could i take you out some time?" they're saying, "can i come over for a little?" "would you want to see a movie with me, sometime?" and i say no. i can't. well, maybe i can. but i might be busy.
they just keep saying, "could we just makeout? it doesn't have to mean anything." well, yes. i'm free. so i guess it's alright.
but dont you expect me to come back. i'm just temporary, remember? and i'm not going to call you in the morning and we'll laugh about this later.
maybe someone can help me let go.
they're asking me, "could i take you out some time?" they're saying, "can i come over for a little?" "would you want to see a movie with me, sometime?" and i say no. i can't. well, maybe i can. but i might be busy.
they just keep saying, "could we just makeout? it doesn't have to mean anything." well, yes. i'm free. so i guess it's alright.
but dont you expect me to come back. i'm just temporary, remember? and i'm not going to call you in the morning and we'll laugh about this later.
maybe someone can help me let go.