Isn't it strange,
Even back when I loved all the girls at age nine,
I knew it wasn't quite right,
Me love them,
At the age of 11,
I didn't love them in anyway a woman would,
I never even knew,
At age 13,
Tediously I let him back,
All the pain he caused,
Age 15,
I'm not so sure about this,
The ones I once trusted hate my true self,
I hear it all the time how some of us,
Don't even see thier families.
Age 17,
Just might bring him home,
And try to kill the cat.
Age 19,
Or maybe even 20,
Actually kill the cat,
One simple piece of mail,
And 22?
Just very much the same,
Although maybe here I might be part way where I wanna be,
And don't you see
I got a whole list that goes on and on...