16 from Authentic by The Januariez

Sixteen

Sixteen years ago I met you
In a parking lot outside the DMZ
I was rather taken by you, and you
By me, or so I thought it seemed
But what does a young girl know anyway
About anything
The night caught up with us
And I found myself giving you the power I need

Not again
Will I be that girl
Again

Sixteen years ago it snowed in my room
We were so dangerously bored
What were we to do?
You covered my nose; you covered my mouth
So I couldn’t sing.
You said I love you, you said I hate you,
You said I love you
What the hell did that mean?

Not again
Will I be that girl
Again

Sixteen years have passed and somehow I managed to survive
The trouble is that I never intended to have a life
There are no words for teenaged fear
There are no cures for teenaged pain
Life is life; it is what it is.
It’s only myself that I can change.

Not again
Will I be that girl
Again
I am strong now
I have a place to stand
I live now
That other girl is dead.

• Rock
• alternative
• blues
• punk
• Seattle