Thought I would grow up into someone
What I dreamt of
But little did I know
It’s no more the same
What I believe it to be
Thought I could hold on to my dear ones
At times of difficulty
But little did I know
It’s no more the same
What I believe it to be
Thought I would lean on to someone of my own,
When I wanted a shoulder to cry on
But little did I know
It’s no more the same
What I believe it to be
I yearned for someone to hold me by
Before the loneliness could grasp me
But Poor me; little did I know
It’s no more the same
What I believe it to be
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