They always welcome 16 in opened arms, halfway through the school year, maybe you're driving on the road by now
They say it gets better, sweet 16 will be the first of many great changes, many new things
Then tell me why I'm scared to be 17 next week? Why am I scared to grow up, to change, why are things getting harder, why are things changing so much, I don't want this change
This has been haunting me all year
They might call it sweet 16, I call it not so sweet 17,the bitter one of the two
The one that leaves that gross taste in your mouth, the type that makes you sick
I feel sick, as 17 is just a week away, counting down the days
Bring me back to sweet 16, as 17 will never be as sweet
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