I feel like I'm going to get to a point when all I'll be able to ask myself  is 'What the hell happened to us?'
And sadly, it'll be relative to everyone.

When I grow up I'm going to be just like Jenny.
Music is everything.

People are so immature and sometimes it feels like they get everything all wrong.
Nothing is as it seems.
Seriously.

I need the smell of summer.
I need its noises in my ear.

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