my younger days

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I’m in the shadows day and night. Making sure everything's safe, secure and right. Pulling strings where they’re desired, with your smile being all that’s required.
Wind blown, battered and broken in two, yet my heart still beats for you. Once given to someone who didn’t care, but with you, I am willing to share; my love, my life, I’ll let you in, with my heart being the trophy you could easily win.
You wish I could be we but that’s not how it’s going to be. Different, unique that’s the definition of me you see. I rap when I rhyme, getting payed more than a dime. Some think it’s cruel but I know being this good, can’t be a crime.
Little flower on the ground, do you even make a sound? Heart broken once again, then stepped on by countless men. Forgotten flower on the ground, your tears falling, a subtle sound.  
This is how the story’s gonna’ start. You’re going to stop, reverse and put it in park. What was once a spark, is now a flame. A flame in which you could never tame. She’s not the person she used to be, you see.
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