Dressed for a little disappointment,
I've been ready for it all along.
Fifteen less expectations,
and I could've taken it all.
Dressed for a little some disappointment; now tattered,
I was spoilt by your poetry.
Spoilt by your very smile,
I think I was never really ready for the fall.
Dressed in self deception,
an excuse to not let you go.
Fifteen a little too expectations,
and a now lonely road.
Ah, even the moon stopped following since a while ago.
