"Mom's sick, she say she can't get up. My little brother is getting hungry. I must go to the village to ask for some food, would you help me?" "Sure Connie, Ill help ya."
"I always feel good when you're with me." "You're my friend Connie." "Are you always gonna be there when I grow up, are you?" "Cross my heart."
Don't you forget about me, don't you forget about me. We were soft and young, in a world of innocence. Don't you forget about me, don't you forget all of our dreams. Now you've gone away, only emptiness remains.
"I always feel good when you're with me." "You're my friend Connie." "Are you always gonna be there when I grow up, are you?"
Don't you forget about me, don't you forget about me. We were soft and young, in a world of innocence. Don't you forget about me, Don't you forget all of our dreams. Now you've gone away, only emptiness remains.
Don't you forget about me, don't you forget about me. Don't you forget about me, don't you forget about me. We were soft and young, in a world of innocence. Don't you forget about me, don't you forget all of our dreams. Now you've gone away, only emptiness remains.
Don't you forget about me. We were soft and young, in a world of innocence. Don't you forget about me. Don't you forget about me.
Have you ever felt that something? You know, that something that keeps you sane? And you can't explain why, but you know it is what's left inside you. And I know that it is that something you know, that keeps me sane. I can't explain why when it is all I have, I have left to hold onto. And when I say it is everything from my highest hopes to my dumbest schemes, you'll never know what it means to me. I'm just a reason away from that something that keeps me sane.
All I want is the wind in my hair, to face the fear but not feel scared. Wild horses, I wanna be like you. Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too.
{ Wild Horses ; Natasha Bedingfield }
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