How did everything get so easily lost, and while I never realised it was happening? I never wanted to grow up because you told me I have to. And I never wanted to turn into you; because you're selfish and apathetic. At the same time, I wish I could be good like everyone else, and beautiful too. And perhaps, like those four years ago things have to change again, ultimately for the better, I gotta sort my head out. Be good. Don't be so arrogant.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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