We want to be brave,
But we're afraid to say anything.
They can try to
Change me,
Break me,
Unfold me,
But we're not afraid.
Yeah.
Maybe
Sticks & stones
May break our bones,
The difference is all the heartache.
You and me,
We'll be
Legacies.
Like Dandelions,
We'll slowly fade.
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