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Look at you So young So lost A compass without direction You do not yet know the cost You smooth your hair You stand real tall Already knowing that you are small
Do you know my story? Do you know my pain? Can you even say you know my name? Do you know my goals? Do you know my fears? Do you know that your words bring me to tears?Do you know it hurts, when you say these things?
My life was perfect, my life was great A million friends, all at my command. I loved it, needed it, and yes I still do long for it But if you ask me have I let go? The answer is still no.