Contemplating about the world, which way is up, and which is down
I know I'm stubborn and shy and proud, foolish to you, this may sound
But I know what I want, and have forever upon years
But over anything that happens I just don't want tears
Crying out, over the crowd, trying so hard not to let it out
I feel for a long time they've heard you but not me - shout
And now when and if and however it may come
When it comes I just hope I don't feel dumb
For whatever I've done wrong, and assumed to be so
I guess(looking over the facts), the only thing left is to go
When and how, I know not yet
But I hope soon..yes soon I would bet
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