Sometimes I feel like I can't move,
That I've got something to prove.
But when I gaze into your eyes...
I see
Insecurity.
You say that I am no one's kid, so what
About those secrets I hid.
You're lost and I am found.
Oh listen to that graceful sound-
Me getting saved,
You left on the ground-
Waiting...
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