desire the imposable

I use to wish I could be anything I want to be
I use to wish there were people that actually wanted me
I use to wish I new what life was about

Then you the only one doubt
The one that's left behind
The only one that was kind
The one who had all the great secret ryhmes
The one that left a bunch of times

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