Where ever this life takes me,
I will still be myself,
Whether I make it or not,
To where I want to be,
I'm going to be me.
I have a fake confidence,
About what I plan to do,
Maybe I'll wake up one day,
Truly as confident as I can pretend,
Knowing I'll make it in the end.
Yet perhaps I'm just terrified,
Scared of what's to come,
Unsure of my future,
So terrified of the failure I may face,
That I cannot face my fear.
The way you put things,
You seem to want to crush my dreams,
Yet you should be the one,
Helping me through,
Helping me to make my dreams come true.
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