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You couldn't even make it there on time, could you? Well I hope you missed the best part. Just a reminder that I was sixteen and it's further behind now than it's ever been. That stupid behaviour gave a good bruise. Sixteen or not, I'm still being used. I couldn't even hide myself at any time, could I? Something always gives me away. My arms are folding, my foot's through the floor and I don't want to play any more. The walls have been painted a sad, sky blue so let's have a toast to the beautiful view. I watched the sun rise on TV, it was flawless. The sink is ocean enough for me, mines got corners. From Letras Mania