follow your dreams
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I see people everyday in New York.
Each and everyone one of them has a story.
Business suits rushing to get to a meeting.
Construction workers drilling away.
Cross guards whistling away.
Insanity:Doing all the same things and thinking that you're gonna get a different ending
Growing up was always a challenge, i had no friends i never fit in. I couldn't seem to get over the fact, that i would never be like them. I joined the "cool crowd" to stop getting hate, I put on lipstick and curled my hari.
I get laughed at,
I get picked on,
I often feel like no one cares,
And I just keep my thoughts inside.
People can laugh at me, and even pick on me,
But no matter what,
I’ll follow my dreams.