Me
Messy hair and wild eyes,
it's to hard for me to stay goodbye.
I've got rivers running through my veins,
I hope the memory of me remains.
I've got to stay on my feet,
always moving to a new beat.
I'll always be who someone needs me to be
You see,
i'm made of stardust,
and my hearts filled with wonderlust,
I can't stay long,
Before you know it i'll be gone.
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