Silly little games
Thats all they play
Till that fateful, judgement day
Not a serious noise in the room
Jus banter and weakness.
Stretch out your legs
Make sure you have the room
To be all you can be
Ride that storm.
Don't get this twisted
This isn't a joke
This is really happening
I choose not to be hurt.
New routes in life are scary
It's like walking in the dark
But in order to grow up
You have to continue with that path.
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