Boiling, troubled water
Unfolding, a troubled daughter
Holding on to nothing special
Just a hello and goodbye too soon to be thought of
Oooh
Time's changed
I ache too early for my age
But somehow it's okay
Somehow I think my age
Are capable
But me? Not much
I'm troubled, sorta
I'm trouble, sorta
Mending broken bones
Lending old hands to hold
When am I gonna feel like home?
Accepting never-asked-for forgiveness for my own
Oooh
Time's changed
I ache too early for my age
But somehow it's okay
Somehow I think my age
Are capable
But me? Not much
I'm troubled, sorta
I'm trouble, sorta
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Rocky, troubled water
Lucky, you're not a troubled daughter
And sorry, if you are like me
I'm sorry, it'll never change, sorta
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | II
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 14 years old, England.
