he wont tell you what
to wear or how to act
he wont pretend he cares
then stab you in the back
he wont give you hope
then take it away
he wont open his mouth
and ruin your day
once you're 19
you'll be free
hold on til then
I'm begging you baby
you'll be ok
he wont reach you
so hold on til then
until the sun rises anew
you'll be ok
it'll get better
so hold on til then
my dear darling self
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just a girl in a really big city🩷 (Pseudonym) (
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