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I haven't posted on here in a while and I figured I probably should update soon so I thought I'd submit this, just to get me back into the swing of things. Yeah. It's another song (why? WHY?) which I wrote for my band and it's full of teenage angst and the little things which worry me, hence I call it 15. No way affiliated with the Taylor Swift song. Tell me whatja think, please, I don't want to have to rely on my N-Dubz raving classmates. (Our band is real big in our form, IT'S CRAZY.)

so here it's all quiet, pretty accousticc-y guitar which would make me want to vom if I kept it up for too long

I, have the words of a million hearts
That don't know how to beat
And I, would give them all to one
Who could teach them how to speak

Will I grow old,
Will I grow old
Because you tell me so
Will I grow old,
Will I grow old
In my head I just don't know

I, used to think the world
Was as clear as black and white
Now I, cannot even tell
What's left, what's wrong, what's right

They tried to tell me how to be
I chose differently
And now I'm lost and I don't know
What side I'm meant to be

Will I grow old,
Will I grow old
Because you tell me so
Will I grow old,
Will I grow old
In my head I just don't know

Pause. Wait for it...wait for it...DRUMROLL HEAVY GUITAR SCREAMING IF I COULD SCREAM BUT I CAN'T SO GHANDI WILL HAVE TO EXCEPT SHE CAN'T EITHER

Bridge
I know I'm lost
I just don't know why
Maybe when the room gets quiet I'll let myself cry
Maybe I'll escape some day, maybe I'll be free
Until then I guess I'm stuck drumroll
Being 15

Will I grow old,
Will I grow old?

Will I grow old,
Will I grow old?

Will I grow old,
Will I grow old?

Will I grow old,
Will I grow old?

FAIL GUITAR SOLO EXCEPT I CAN ONLY REALLY PLAY BAR CHORDS SO IT'S KIND OF GREEN DAY NIMROD-ISH ALSO IT'S NOT A SOLO AT ALL BECAUSE THERE'S DRUMS AND BASS IN THE BACKGROUND SO WHY DID I SAY SOLO? COS I LIKE SOLOS. DEAL WITH IT.

and then back to pussy guitar and it's all pretty and quiet again

Well I, have the words of a million hearts
That don't know how to beat.

guitar ends leaving only the drum mimicking the sound of a heartbeat

Ends.

I feel it necessary to put in all the little discriptiony things so you get the full MAGNITUDE of my brilliance. (Being sarcastic here, please I know I'm narcissistic but I do have my limits.) Thanks for reading, please tell me what you think HONESTLY NOW all comments are welcome unless you tell me that Park Bench Society could write better cos that is low, dude, too low.

Will be updating 20 Ways soon, hopefully some time today or tomorrow. I know that's all you really care about.

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