I'm growing up.
My face has changed
My mind matured
And as I step into a new year,
a new grade,
a new school,
a new path in life
My mind isn't on the future.
I'm looking back
Walking into classrooms I used to call mine
I find myself staring
At my face of ages ago.
It's changing
Changing
The whole while staring at my own eyes
And then do I realize
We need to just remember.
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Ya it's bad. I'm sorry.
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