i could've been you
if i were your age
in the current day
yes, you with the hair
in purposeful disarry
ring in one nostril
and ever so cautious
look in your eyes
i feel your pain
not in precisely
the same way you do
but i've been on
the edge of terror before
and when all is said and done
the fact remains i could've
been you (believe me, baby)
i know because i've been
where you have be
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I think this myself a lot. Sometimes I'm grateful, sometimes not. Nice flowing language (except for the typo on line 14) .