"center stage"
I've learned how to identify a counterfeit heart
It's from the start when they say "hey we're going to be okay"
that's why you ignored my invitation to stay
you can't sway me after I've learned
you can't phase me after what I've heard
don't come back after all that wasted time
you're the dime that inspired this rhyme
that's the closest you'll get to me
You taught me to not rely on you ironically
you took your shots and you are on the run and go
the healing process was painful and slow but it just goes to show
you've taught me more on the way out than your time here
so when i reach center stage as a sage with age
i hope you aren't the birds i hear cherping
the people i hear roaring but i hope you are the lesson i keep calling
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