Outside in a fog of doubt and regret
I feel my chest tight, and I break into a cold sweat
No one ever told me that the grass was razor sharp
As green as it may be, my feet bleed and tear apart
Inside I was safe and nothing touched me
Just like a red kite against the blue of melancholy
No one ever told me that age would break a child's heart
And all my hopes and dreams, like Jenga, soon to fall apart
But somewhere on the line a compromise is met
To lead a healthy life and not see changing as a threat
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