Teenagelove is all we had.
Teenage love, I hate you back.
All that was could never be.
Although preserved eternally.
Through the heart, stays in soul.
When did your heart become so cold?
I wish that you were here to stay.
I'll end it with one thing to say.
"Know it now, I'm never gone."
I'll say goodbye with this gun.
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