| Being the Youngest Maybe I'm not part of this Maybe I don't belong Maybe I should run away Since I don't fall under The norm No one really wants me here I don't think I want to stay I'd really rather Go back home... Maybe I'll go today.... I left them all this afternoon In the confusion I snuck away I wandered back To my secret spot And pondered away the day When the night falls I'll go back again I wonder if I was missed? I know I was being a coward But how did it come to this? |
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