Good Ole Pals

I’ve got a mind of my own, problems at home
I’m feeling alone, I’m picking the bone
The roses have grown, the seeds have been sewn
From anxious to zoned, I know what I know

I know where I’ll go is where I’m meant to be
The friends that I make, the sights that I see
They’ll never compare to the words that I speak
The girls that I meet, the journey I seek

So come take a peak, I’m not hiding from you
From knots in my hair to tying my shoes
Pursuing self care, before I love you
My feelings are bare, so tell me the truth

My traits are portrayed in colorful ways
My fam knows me best from now to always
And fam isn’t blood, the good ole don’t stray
Blasts from the past are meant to decay

But nothing compares to lessons we learn
Thought of as despair, the blessings we earn
Not everything’s fair, don’t wait for your turn
Redefine aware to refocus concern

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