When I'm with you, I feel like I'm 17 again.
Like I'm that same young girl,
eyes wide & interested whenever you were around.
It's a nice memory,
but just that.
A memory.
I'm no longer 17,
and we are no longer the same people.
How can you expect me to go back?
Years have passed, and still you feel the same way.
A year after I finally gave up on you,
you still came around.
Too bad you still didn't have the guts to just tell me how you felt.
I don't need all the fluff that comes with you,
I just need you.
But I don't think I want you anymore...
What Am I Going to Do With You?
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