the repeated line of i am not sure...it permeates among the fields of us.
i just don't feel so special anymore..my purpose has been shown fraud.
if you could help me understand i would gladly receive.
when you're not the first love can you really be the last one standing?
you've got to take all she said and throw in your own blend of style
time to lose to addiction and look within.
all these efforts show your dedication to be as bright as blood.
when my messenger pigeon gets frozen in an ice storm how do i relate my findings?
this is all part of the whole story..the bigger picture...an idea you can fill.
but dont wait until you're fully grown.
please find your center and remain there..only then can you honestly share yourself.
this is all a replacement for the mother who was never there..
and continues her absence among her field of stars.
so theres no time
to get it right
to show my fright
so you'll see me
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