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 wanderlust, 

I can't stay long, 

Before you know it i'll be gone. 

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