the same, the same.
my mind's on repeat,
playing every memory.
some day i want to be
serenaded by the one i love;
some day i want to be
unrepentant of who i am.
i'm just a kid,
i'm only so small,
eighteen doesn't mean a thing,
it just means another day of being me.
i can cross my fingers,
i can make a wish,
but these pennies add up to cents,
and miracles don't come cheap.
some day i want to be
irrevocably in love;
some day i want to be
better than just simply me.
i can dream,
i have the time.
i'll add them up,
then change my mind.
i'm just a kid,
i'm only so small,
eighteen means nothing,
just the same old games we play.
i will make my wishes,
and add up to cents,
miracles don't come cheap,
but i can hope.
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