I used to be that girl

That never went out before dark

got dressed to the nines only

to do that shameful walk

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For fun I would collect hearts

never let myself be tamed

I’m older now, no longer insane

Clothing myself properly

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During the night time

I choose sleep

My spirit is now old

Body is weak

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Substances is for the youth

Who can do anything

They put their mind too

Endless supply of energy

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However I won’t weep

I did everything I wanted

Actually more

So that lifestyle, became a bore

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