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Some days I wonder what my life would be like  If I opened the door here  And closed another there   Some days I wonder how the match didn't strike Yet if I wonder enough Can I see a new me?
Learn to own your own. If you mess up, you must say sorry don't blame it on this or that You claim to be lone subject to popularity and favor but you are the one who wears that mask  
Growing up is getting old with heartache and storms Going through these years in most ways i've become cold   Once numb to sensations  my walls built so high Now I feel everything 
Sometimes I look to the future  and I see the me I hope to be. Lately as I peek I see you because I want you to be so much, and I know you will be.   Not for me, or for the next girl,
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