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This Isn't Fair I'm 16 and I guess these things aren't supposed to last How would I know I wasn't supposed to ask? I walked you home almost every night I dont know why I bother cuz you weren't ever that tight. So wait for me here Not over there I can't find my pants But i don't care The smell of your bed Is the only memory I got I was having fun Until we got caught This isnt fair. Summer was fun but they all need to end sometime Our ride was fast because I jumped the line One tiny thing to make you cry I'm kinda stupid and I dont know why But I kinda regret losing time It all just flew by. So wait for me here Not over there I can't find my pants But I don't care The smell of your bed Is the only memory I got I was having fun Until we got caught This isnt fair. back to lyrics