It’s Me


It's stop me from everything I've ever been
Everything I thought I was, or would come to be
I was stuck in the every day agenda
One day at a time never really thinking of my future
Never even coming close to my full potential!
Losing myself in the waiting game
Waiting for someone to make it easier, and better
All I had to do was really look in the mirror at my own reflection
All my answers were waiting in my own reflection
My own heart
My own hand would grant me all the wishes I wished before
I just needed to believe
Believe in me
Abracadabra!

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