French dressing and Aerosmith remind me of last summer, A 'sweet sixteenth' summer before I grew up. We escaped from harsh reality under the river, Where everything was cool and blue and innocent. Innocence - it seems so long ago. You have faded away, Only a shadow remains - dark and murky, And people ask Is heaven black? I used to think so, Now I don't know.
Reason for writing:
1994, the year I was 16 is the year I think I grew up and the summer was like a farewell to my innocence. I also fell in love for the first time.
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