...And even if love comes through the door The chance that goes on forevermore Forevermore is shorter than before Oh, Im so glad that Im not young anymore The tiny remark that tortures you The fear that your friends wont like him too Im glad Im not young anymore The longing to end the stale affair Until you find out he doesnt care Im glad that Im not young anymore No more frustration No star-crossed lover am I No aggravation Just one reluctant reply Baby goodbye! The Fountain of Youth is dull as paint Methuselah is my patron saint Ive never been so comfortable before Oh, Im so glad that Im not young anymore.
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 01:16:06 +0000
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