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Dear Society, why hate on me? No matter how I wear my hair still so hard to please. Dear Society, why can't I be great? Shall I lighten my skin & lose some weight? Dear Society, do you think I'll be successful?
You don't know me, But I’m the girl who always sits in the back corner during class. You might think I am shy But I sit back there so I can see everything
After all your tears And all of your fears, You are strong You can always right your wrongs. Baby this is your chance To show who you are You are that star And your dreams will take you far.
As a child, I went through a very brief period of childhood before I was thrust into a world where monsters are not only very real, but a constant factor I had to face.
Lay with me and drift, drift away, high into a cloud. Just laying here with a soft song coming out a old stereo. Saying sweet nothing under the influence only makes me smile.
'98, 17 Man I’m only 17, But there's people always pushing me to do great things,