Tuesday, March 5, 2013

When Your Young

So far away from knowing where I'm going, trying hard to find out who I am. They all say that I don't know what I'm doing. I say they don't hardly understand. Why can't they remember? I'll never forget. How these dreams can come undone when your young. You give, what you give cause they made you. Trapped inside a place that won't take you. They want you to be what they make you. It's already over and done. When your young. Everything seems perfect, everything's ok. But it will all get better now, at least that's what they say. But I don't see it coming. When your young.

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