I'll carry the weight

I'll make it look easy

I'll hold my head high

And move on

By that I mean

I'll see how hard it is

Shut my eyes tight

And dwell on the past in my mind

 

I have to set the pace

So I'll set it high

And hit it every time now

By that I of course mean

I'll be crushed by your expectations 

Be afraid of disappointing you 

And push myself way past my limits until my body is destroyed 

 

This is just how the story goes 

In every life 

Fear and pain will follow me 

So I will follow you 

Leave my troubles at the door 

Walk into the home we can build 

And wake up in my bed once more 

My rooster all grown up

Bee.Lover

VT

16 years old

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