And yet all I can do somehow
To hang on and get through
When small seems better after all
Not wanting anything fancy
I may look haunted and Lancey
It took a lot to look a lot
But what an adventure to be
I never wanted to be tall
To five-foot-ten back then because
And that was tall enough I thought
Was how I wanted to be too
Though I worried so much I might
A lot of things that I found out
And brought along with me
I found what had been wrong with me
And I knew my mind was not right
What with my father a hitman
Not wanting to be haunted but
Knowing things that got too big for
Very small seems like how at
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