I'm here watching the wind blow the leaves right off the pavement
Wondering what it would feel like to be lifted an carried away in a breeze
Wondering who would want to catch me before I go
Believing no one would notice but everyone would care
We are not what the world beats us to be
Just simply someone trying to be something..
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
I'm here watching the wind blow the leaves right off the pavement
Wondering what it would feel like to be lifted an carried away in a breeze
Wondering who would want to catch me before I go
Believing no one would notice but everyone would care
We are not what the world beats us to be
Just simply someone trying to be something..
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