My fears
You scare me when you say I'm young,
it's just two years.
But that's not the worst of my fears.
How I wish I could take your tears,
reduce them to ashes.
hit all the morons that made you feel this way,
with a couple of bashes.
When I'm eighty,
you'll be eighty-two,
and I'll love just as if you were new.
You said you're not attractive.
I think your fine.
That smile of yours I wish was mine.
Oh, how you scare me,
when all I want for you,
is to be happy too.
it's just two years.
But that's not the worst of my fears.
How I wish I could take your tears,
reduce them to ashes.
hit all the morons that made you feel this way,
with a couple of bashes.
When I'm eighty,
you'll be eighty-two,
and I'll love just as if you were new.
You said you're not attractive.
I think your fine.
That smile of yours I wish was mine.
Oh, how you scare me,
when all I want for you,
is to be happy too.
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Well it's true.