Stuck In the Middle
Grow up. You're still a child. I wish the pull of these currents weren't so wild. I'm stuck trying to fly but being tied down. I wish you would make up your mind. I know you love me and I love you too but from here on out you must let me grow and show you everything I know. You've taught me so well, so let me go, let me fly, kiss your baby farewell one last time.
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