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I used to be the child that wondered,

didn't you know curiousity killed the cat

The world was at my fingertips,

but I always thought it flat

because i didn't fit in, atleast not with people i thought i wanted 

they were living the exciting life, and i was the good girl that just didnt get it

Id always ask them questions 

like whats it like to not have rules

to answer to no one, to be able to choose

not to just taste a sip, but keep drinking

to not have a curfew? to be able to stand on the edge

who knew that when you stand so close, you fall over the ledge

i used to wonder about all these things

always envious of what they had

they'd tell me how great it was 

and i would just tell them that im sad

they would suggest i take just one, 

because they wanted me to experiance the love

but when one quickly became too many

and thousand was never enough

i lost myself

in the drinking and the pills

i was the kid who wondered

who knew that curiousaity kills

so if i ever come accross another wondering soul

i would tell them how much you loose control

and not in a good way where you loose all fear and press on

but in the way that completely destroys and take even a physical toll

it eats you up inside till there is nothing left

no one told me the cost, they only told the momentary good

i started drowing in the drugs and pain, where i once stood