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Jul 20, 2006 03:46

its the old men that tell me
theyll take care of me when i get old,
when all i want is a chance to be young

nice young thing, let me buy you a drink

no thank you, not right now.

a grocery store, a market, with parents,
and still the looks, and stares, and eyes.

still just waiting for you.

but ive heard about you,sir.
how you treat someone after,
how its sad.

but i want that feeling,
because it means something,
though nothing to you.

i should know better...
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