Oh...well there goes all motivation then.
I think I'm just going to cry instead.
/why am I so easily hurt? I really need to grow a back bone./

Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child
Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?











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