Oh so Wrong

Oh little one you have no idea
You think you know, but alas you're oh so wrong
Pretty words are simply nothing more than, pretty words
No matter how much you read them
No matter how many nights you lie awake wondering
That's all they'll be
Miles stretch between and age is a little more than just a number
In this case especially
I've got the upper hand
For the tiny fact that I've got experience
Experience with distance, with age, with those pretty words
I may not be meantioned, I may not even matter anymore
But I've still got the upper hand
Sass, intelligence, and class
Three things I pride myself to be
Taking the world by storm is my thing

So remember little one, I've got the edge and advantage