Her right hand closed the front porch door Suddenly a child no more All the ribbons, all the bows In a box now on her closet floor Anxious for what's to come Afraid to leave a place she loves
She's not a woman, not a girl Trying to find her place in this crazy world Meet a lover, make a friend Trying to figure out what this life really means After 17
Broken hearts and rusted dreams Sometimes make it hard to leaving Certainty is out of reach Even with some self-beliefs So she bites her lip and shows a smile Flips her hair and flaunts her style
She's not a woman, not a girl Trying to find her place in this crazy world Meet a lover, make a friend Try and figure out what this life really means After 17
Her memories, she stowed away Pulls them out on rainy days And brand new faces take their place Beside the ones that never fade She's strong and fragile, weak and smart Whatever the cost she plays the part
She's not a woman, not a girl Trying to find her place in this crazy world Meet a lover, make a friend Try and figure out what this life really means After 17, after 17
Her right hand closed the front porch door And suddenly a child no more
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