i feel so tired of being pushed around, being made use of.
having feelings toyed by the people i look up to.

i hope im all young enough not to understand this.
and just do what i should do, and face the world with the grin, that people would adore.

i'll hold out my hand, and let you hold mine.
goodbye yesterday.

one step.
one step, at a time.
i'll live by.