Grown
Dont need footsteps to follow cause baby ill make my own, and I know these words are hard for you to swallow but this is the road I'm taking, dont need your help I'm no ones little girl, ill be a skyscraper standing on my own. No matter how the cuts and bruises feel its the fall that's taken the thing that helps you deal its all become real.
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