You're a dreamer,
a pure-blood believer,
but don't make me follow,
you are in none of my pity to wallow.
All I say,
it doesn't have to be this way.
But hurting you's the only way you learn:
my respect for you, you have never earned.
A pang anxiety,
a twinge of desire.
I wanted it so badly,
the idea I was in love with madly.
You snapped your fingers,
but that ambition still lingers.
One day, you won't be able to.
That success will be the first of many, a debut.
I'll look back and smirk,
'Cause I defied everything you told me not to.
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