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[goingisntgood]

In 20 years when we're growing old
We have two kids of our own
And we're still holding eachothers hands
Will we think back to fifteen and remenice
About how we used to kiss
And how it never really changed

But i'm not old right now
And I know I shouldn't be
Worrying about these stupid things
Too far away to see
Not knowing not feeling
In charge of my own life
I won't lie to you what isn't true
We live through strife

yeah... sorry cuz... nothins comin to me right now!