I’m sorry to that teenage girl
Who cries behind the lock of a door
In the middle of the floor
While those who don’t understand beg for more
I’m sorry to that teenage girl
Who rises with the sun
With her stomach in a whirl
Alive with all she thinks she’s done
One day you’ll be a woman fine
Grown with strength from your own mind
Pressing forward without needing a sign
That you’re alright to live unconfined
But I don’t know when that will be
And to you, I give my dearest apologies.
The Mews 
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