I could worry about the little things
The little things that don't matter
The material things
The things nobody but myself sees
I could live in the past
Or the future
Or anything but the present
And I could be mad about where I am right now
As if everyone else I know
Isn't in a different place than me
And I could wish to be you
But maybe it's not trying to be you
It's trying to be anyone else but me
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