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I'm scared of whatever is up ahead,
any sense of failure becomes my number one dread,
winding up dead and droppin out of school,
wish i didn't always try to act "cool",
wish i didn't pool my thoughts and drown in the deep,
no one could hear that which makes no peep,
even sleep becomes less of a desire even though i never wake,
unless my mind state is so scrambled i want to bake,
keep my hands from shakin, i must have been mistaken,
handed you my heart now it's returned broken and achin,
my parents said when you find her you'll know,
yet out of all the ones i found is there anyone who'll show,
i'll grow up when you stop thinkin of me,
when i stop thinkin of your eyes winkin cause of me,
it's causin misery, havin trouble stayin sober,
don't need lights, i'm bright enough to show her.