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Deep in my heart there lies a dream

  of days I used to know.

Days when I would sit for hours on end

in the middle of nowhere

and dream of what I would be doing now.

I'd sit back and dream of things to come,

but now I dream of the way things were.

I miss the innocence of a young heart,

  and I hate the one that beats within

  my chest now because it knows too much.

What happened to the girl I was?

What happened to the dreams?

Am I doomed to know too much,

  feel too much,

and dream too little?

Am I doomed to be stuck in the

  past, not facing the future

  or coping with the present?

I miss what I used to be.

I miss being young.

I miss being naive.

I miss not knowing enough,

  instead of too much.