Dreamin'. Breathin'. Bein'.
Dreamin'. Breathin'. Bein'.
You said I was running late
Couldn't round first base.
No matter the fate,
I was out of my place.
Decided to change my story:
Barely ate,
Couldn't motivate,
Ended quite different.
No longer chubby,
It didn't matter.
No matter the size,
No matter the prize,
I wasn't enough for you.
Some times,
You have to give in.
It happens.
Let yourself
BE YOU.
No matter what they say.
Just remember,
These three little words,
And it'll be okay.
Dreamin'.
Beathin'.
Bein'.
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