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Some people are like bandaids,
You use them to heal your wounds and they get dirty in the process,
When you're finished with the bandaid you throw it away,
Was I a bandaid?
Did you use me only to heal you?

I see a young girl twirling,
and she's spinning, 
yes, she's spinning,
and I push and push to make her twirl faster,
and we are working together,
and then she stops,
but I keep going,
I keep pushing on to make her spin,

How come you're not scared?
I'm not scared because I've already seen the worst,
How come you are so happy?
Because I've learned never to take happiness for granted
How are you so careless and free?

Choose.
The words echo through me, 
I was torn apart by the decision that I had to make,
The answer was right there,
It's easy,
But the answer shouldn't be so easy,
I wasn't torn about the question,

Sitting right there,
On that picnic bench,
I see,
Two girls
With different faces,
And the same stories
One cried and one smiled,
One got used to it, and one gave up,
The first one was overtaken by anger,

Do you see that girl that you avoided eyes with?
She looked death in the eye,
What about that man that you bumped into,
He has fought against himself for the longest time,