How old were we when we began to care what people think?
Not yet old enough to drive, but already scared to eat.
Not yet a teenager,
But you could drown in the tears that came with your sleep.
The times change and change, pushing us farther over the edge...
Then maybe we'll break into a thousand pieces,
And tumble away from the awful things that have been said.
Till childlike innocence has long been forgotten.
Till our hearts dry up, and take with them our tears.
How old was I when I forgot it was okay to cry?
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