At 16, I wasn't prepared for what you had to say At 16, I was just a baby Crawling on my knees Looking for someone to hold my hand as I learned to walk I couldn't deal with life And all it's stolen promises I wanted a way out of the hell that had been brought down At 16, I wasn't ready for what I heard come out your lips At 16, I didn't understand anything Blinded by fantasies and daydreams Always had my head up in the clouds Didn't listen to nobody Not even myself At 16, you told me I was the only thing keeping you alive At 16, you confided that if I let go, you would too Put in a position to fight for my own life Just so you would stay breathing Instead of taking the fall away from your drunk father Split parents Homeless family At 16, you told me I gave you hope by seeing my smile every day At 16, you told me I was your last hope At 18, I'm happy to see you still by my side.
Reason for writing:
True story
Birth sign: Scorpio
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