Nov 2012
I’m noticed for all the wrong reasons
With an attitude that changes like seasons
I do want to live
But I want to be free
I want to exist
but I don’t want to be me.
With an attitude that changes like seasons
I do want to live
But I want to be free
I want to exist
but I don’t want to be me.
(Where the Sidewalk Ends)
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