Expectations
Who I was and who I am, have yet to meet who I will be.
Don't force your books, don't force your ways,
I will find myself, just not today.
My youth is gone, can't have it back,
You took it when you said "grow up".
I know I have time for the decisions I make
But it still feels too fast
And I am losing this race.
Who I am may not be who I'll be
But for now this is me.
Take it or leave it
I won't expect you to stay,
But if you do,
Just don't expect me to change.
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