Year Off

To me the taste of something sweet
It's so fresh to me, it's so fresh to me
Pick out the dullest flower without
Leaves or thorns to keep out
All the bugs that eat it alive

It's so, it's so
Hard to make new friends
I just, I just
Collect dust in my room

My head is full of loose ends and thoughts
Unfinished things I forgot
Because my hands are too young to try

It's so, it's so
Hard to make new friends
I just, I just
Collect dust in my room



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Serapio
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