A Kind Waltz

Die with memories, not dreams.

A Kind Waltz
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This song makes me think about the things I’ve wanted.

Things far in the future.

That I may never get to see.

Merely a dream.

Do you ever have those dreams?

Dreams about what it could be like?

They’re so peaceful.

I still remember those.

I’m not one for dances.

I know it’s ironic.

Considering I bothered you about going to prom.

I get that.

I would never go.

Not even with friends.

It doesn’t have to do with money.

Nothing like that.

I would prefer something quieter.

Calmer.

Something I wouldn’t have to dress up for.

To pretend to be someone I’m not.

I might go somewhere else that night.

Somewhere I can escape to.

Without the eyes of people I know.

You can understand that.

I can see how it’s a little scary.

How much I know.

Compared to how much you know.

It can be overwhelming.

I’ve had a lot of experience.

But in the end, they never feel right.

They never wanted my presence.

But rather my help.

People tell me I’m kind of an “old soul.” 

I tend to process things differently.

That helps me give advice to others.

Even to my own mother.

I do want to help.

But I can’t let that be the only reason people want me around.

They needed me.

They didn’t really want me there.

This song is one I could fall asleep to.

It helps clear my mind.

Do you like it?

Author's Note

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