I think about where I am right now,
and where I used to be.
The people I once thought I loved,
the things I couldn't see.
I'm so embarrassed of myself,
all that I said and did.
Looking back on my behavior,
I seem just like a kid.
As Summer ends and school begins,
I don't want to be me.
I'll be a ghost of my past self,
the dying mystery.
I don't think you realize
that I'm talking to you.
If you did, you'd probably think I'm strange,
so I don't blame you if you do.
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