Who I was and who I am, have yet to meet who I will be.

Don't force your books, don't force your ways,

I will find myself,  just not today.

My youth is gone, can't have it back,

You took it when you said "grow up".

I know I have time for the decisions I make

But it still feels too fast

And I am losing this race.

Who I am may not be who I'll be

But for now this is me.

Take it or leave it

I won't expect you to stay,

But if you do,

Just don't expect me to change.


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