Tell me it will all matter, someday.
Tell me the world is still spinning.
Tell me the truth would hurt a little less, if I didn't
lie so much.
If I absorbed words and stayed quiet.
Tell me that after all this, it will still be the same
tomorrow.
Tell me 17 isn't young enough.
Tell me the rain is still and the earth falls towards it.
Tell me I'm alive. Tell me I'm really, really alive.
Tell me the world is small and the world is big and the
world is mine
Tell me you're mine.
Tell me anything. Tell me whatever you want,
As long as you tell me in that quiet-real voice of yours,
Which tells me it'll all be okay.
XXX--
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