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I've lived my life afraid of "used to"
I've lived my life afraid of mistakes Because I'm young And when I get old, I want to die With no regrets So I've done nothing to regret Which, of course, is what I'm regretting now So I've lived quietly Being the 4.0 student Everyone expects me to be Applying for Harvard, Stanford, Yale Because it's expected And I've avoided fun, parties, dating, friends Like some avoid toxins Because, they are toxins To expectations And I've had no time for "used to" And I've had no time for what I wanted And I've tried to scream, to say "This is killing me inside! Can't you tell I'm dead inside?" But no one hears, because no one wants to hear So this is it I have no time for "used to" Be it present Or future And I'm not going to live this lie And come to the end and say, "What happened to my life?" Or maybe I am Or maybe I'm already there There will never be a "used to" Because "will be" ends today
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