i wonder what it’s like to be you
pulling your knee high socks up your legs, even though they will never reach your skirt
i wonder what it’s like to be you
pushing your bouncy hair around like molding clay. shaping your thoughts on the top of your head.
i wonder what it’s like to be you
wearing clothing that is sexy but, at the same time, holding the essence of virginity
i wonder what it’s like to be you
grasping a sense of reality, that i may never see
i wonder what it’s like to be you
to stand tall and not be afraid
i wonder what it’s like to be you
pushing your soul, in which i can not compete with
i wonder what it’s like to be you
believing in your heart, and not your head
i wonder what it’s like to be you
being truly in love, and not knowing it
i wonder what it’s like to be you
to feel alive, almost every day
i wonder what it’s like to be you
to dance in the rain, without fear of being struck down
i wonder what it’s like to be you
but then, i look inside, and i ask myself the same question
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