Teenage.

Wrong of time and wrong of place,
Nothing’s left in the sky to gaze.
Fake a laugh and fake a smile,
There were plenty things to hide.
Shot me down with finger guns,
Only you enjoyed the fun.
I was the first you ever had,
Shaky hands and the heart beats fast.
Pushed me back, behind bars,
Started and ended… in a getaway car.

AQ.

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