Denial I want it for my childhood For that single little dream I’ve held in the back of my mind That dream is part of me But I’m not confident I’m not good enough Yet I still wear my heart on my sleeve It doesn’t break me down outside But when the wind rushes in I watch that window shatter to pieces And my dream, it must end - Aubrey Hurst (11) Mike DiGiandomenico (12)
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