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We are all growing up

Some of our feelings are changing

Most of our lives

Aren't over and left yet remaining



Feeling differently

Not being able to tell what is right

Being blinded

Not being able to see that light



Troubles come

And troubles go

It's our lives

That go by slow



Turning around

I see his face everyday

He doesn't know

That he is great in every way



Could this be a friendship

Maybe it possibly could be more

What am I saying

Nothing there to be fighting for



High school is over

It's time to move on alone

Feelings still there

How can I just go on?



Not seeing him every day

Brings tears to my hazel eyes

So many questions asked

So many "tell me whys"



I walk on

As the dreary night grows so cold

Maybe I should have told him

So tonight he'd be the hand I hold.