There is this lady,
I want to scream,
but I'll lose everything then.
And she lives across the street from me,
and is the mother of my friend.
I'm too young to hate,
and I don't want to hate,
but it's so dang hard.
I just want to scream what's in me,
but I'm afraid what other people will say,
I don't understand,
why I'm scared to know what she thinks of me,
I shouldn't care at all,
but I do.
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