Stuck At Fifteen
Your age is showing again, princess
No matter the pitiful resistence
Xanthic lullabies - over indulgence
Concentrate, yes that's it, concentrate
Brave, that's right, you're brave
Princess, how many times will you be late
Yes, late to dig your own grave
Seventeen years, stuck at fifteen
Don't take this as a gear to be mean
Will you ever grow up? Answer remains to be seen
I've apologized over and over
Cried myself sober
Princess it's over
. . . Still crying myself sober
Severed the ties, a mere string
a simply broken human being
Cue: Dreamer awakes with nothing
Princess, yes it's clear
It hurts, day by day, fade to years
To deny would be to neglect your fear
It's okay though, you still have the beer
Stuck at fifteen, I refuse to grow
Yes, that's it, refuse. Until my age fails to show
Act my yearly advance? No, No No!
Pandora's Box, this always ends the same
This yo-yo movement drives me insane
this flu-like symptom, hard to name
Futile resistence, so easy to drain
Confuse reality with the faeries, princess
Act your age, your wavering presistence
it's showing again, though it's meaningless
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