STOLEN MEMORIES
Can it be my memories were just wishful thinking?
Dreams of a little girl whose heart was breaking
So much wanting to be a part of the happier things
Children on slides, merry-go-rounds, and swings
Telling tall tales of things I thought true
Could it be my life was really what happened to you?
Thinking my memories were actually my own
Cherishing them all since this time that I've grown
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