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4,10,15
I miss the days of when I was four
the days where i could only reach up to the knoob on the door
the days were you woke up never sore
the days were you live and breathe the word "more"
Oh i miss the days of when i was four
I miss the days of when I was ten
Everything was so much easier back then
I was too old for the childish play pen
and i was as energentic as a proud hen
oh i miss the days of when i was ten
Oh I miss the days of when i was thirteen
the unlucky numbr made me feel powerful and mean
I was force to e reconed with and a sight to be seen
I was proud, loud, mean
Oh I miss the days of thirteen
I am fifteen today
im only way to being an adult
no matter what i say
I can go out on my own
have my own phone
dream and write of things unknown
I can no longer keep my acceptance at bay
I am fiftten today
no matter what i say
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