Sometimes I look out the window and wish I were free
to be who I wanna be
I wish that one day I will be important
my decisions will matter..my feelings will be thought of...my opinion would not be invisible
but they just walk right through me, forgetting they ever knew me...forgetting the moments that we shared..forgetting the pain that I bared
open my mouth to speak...but something holds me back...
for I am prisoned soul..a hopeless dreamer...forever forgotten
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