At this age
Everything seems to suck
Inevitable
I find myself to be stuck
I look best in blue
But my favorite colors red
On days like this the air is cold
And I wish that I was dead
Perhaps it’s just my age
16 isn’t so fun you know
Perhaps my seasonal depression
Gets worse with the falling snow
But i remember meeting a boy
So much taller than me
When i’m with my boy
The sun is all i see
I suppose that\'s all it takes
Some warm arms to hold me tight
When i’m with my boy
Everything seems right
The snow can’t soak my sweater
Or make my hands go numb
He makes my mindset better
A love that makes me dumb