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Prepare Yourself
I have this list of items and it grows everyday
A list of things I need before I actually go away
Food items mainly but some are just plain furniture
Why can't I find a guide amongst common literature
I have to be prepared for the real world, or so I'm told
They tell me I have to be more responsible now that I'm old
I am scared of being alone and they tell me it is okay
But how can it be okay when I barely make it day to day?
Constant reminders of the struggle of adult life
Constantly stabs my heart repeatedly like a knife
Why does it feel like I'm trapped in a video game?
Where I jump, crawl, scream and still can't figure out my name
When did I have to figure things out by myself, alone
When did cold shoulders become the norm, it's all I'm being shown
No one helps other people, well few actually do
But I'm learning that people only like kind faces, it's true
And I was just lucky enough to be born with a defiant air about me
And who would help a person like that, when they are in misery
Growing up is not what adults tell kids, it's a painful process indeed
And there is barely no one to turn to when you have a need
I am a proud person, I come from a proud family
I try my best to be independent, to rely only on me
But this growing up business has caused me to finally see
That you sometimes just have to find somebody to lean on to be happy
No, I do not mean lean on as a parasitic vine does on a tree
I mean lean on as someone who has tried too hard does when they need somebody
Life is very hard when you are all alone
When not an ounce of mercy or kindness is shown
A list of things I need before I actually go away
Food items mainly but some are just plain furniture
Why can't I find a guide amongst common literature
I have to be prepared for the real world, or so I'm told
They tell me I have to be more responsible now that I'm old
I am scared of being alone and they tell me it is okay
But how can it be okay when I barely make it day to day?
Constant reminders of the struggle of adult life
Constantly stabs my heart repeatedly like a knife
Why does it feel like I'm trapped in a video game?
Where I jump, crawl, scream and still can't figure out my name
When did I have to figure things out by myself, alone
When did cold shoulders become the norm, it's all I'm being shown
No one helps other people, well few actually do
But I'm learning that people only like kind faces, it's true
And I was just lucky enough to be born with a defiant air about me
And who would help a person like that, when they are in misery
Growing up is not what adults tell kids, it's a painful process indeed
And there is barely no one to turn to when you have a need
I am a proud person, I come from a proud family
I try my best to be independent, to rely only on me
But this growing up business has caused me to finally see
That you sometimes just have to find somebody to lean on to be happy
No, I do not mean lean on as a parasitic vine does on a tree
I mean lean on as someone who has tried too hard does when they need somebody
Life is very hard when you are all alone
When not an ounce of mercy or kindness is shown
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