I use to know who I was and have people who'd stick up for me. I use to have standards and I use to be respected.
I use to be someone.
Take a walk and I'll come with you. But look at the beauty of freedom with me.
When you look at it you'll cock your head and ponder.
I'll look at you in wonder.
As you smile, I'll watch. I will frown with envy of your happiness. You can say "I can feel this great thing." I can only say "I used to."
11:54 p.m. - 2005-07-19
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