Gonna grow up, be someone. Draw a map, find a path, take a breath AND RUN.
We all have a story to tell.
Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance. I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down.
I still get those stupid butterflies.
How many hits can a good girl take?
Forever is a long time but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side.
Pessimistic, so realistic, you get the picture.
You're the boy with a real nice smile but a broken heart inside.
Pardon me for my lack of excitement but I'm not entirely thrilled.
Author of the moment, can you tell me - do I end up happy?
Does she get the same big rush when you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush?
Yes sir, you came and you took my breath. My head is feeling a little light. All right, I hope that you feel it too.
Let me riddle you a ditty, it's just an itty bitty little thing on my mind.
You can learn to fly; just call his name.
Inhale, breathe steady, exhale, like you're ready if you're ready or not.
I can be that part of you. I'll try my best.
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