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Old Soul
I was born aware of my losses
I was born aware of my crosses.
I missed so much, but they are still in remembrance of my serenity.
So just lay inside of my head, with me...
I'll show you everything
I've worried since I was a child,
of what my losses could be
my mother dying
my father leaving
I wont compete with you everyday
in every possible way
Take my word, I know what I'm talking about
I'm an old soul.
I was born old.
I have worries
That no others could imagine or possibly even see
If you just walked away
What could I really say
Would it matter anyway?
You'd think I was strange.
I'm a mess, that you treat
I'm the dream, you cannot sleep.
...Don't think I'm wierd because I know what you dont
Don't think I'm wierd because I'll always know what you wont.
