I used to think,
That life wasn't fair,
That no one ever knew,
If I was there,
I used to think,
They'd always fight,
That it would never stop,
That it would always be tight.
I used to think,
If she can then I can too,
But she couldn't always,
I was one of few.
I used to think,
Maybe one day,
He'll like me back,
And will be perfect,
And it was.
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