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You're not invited yet
Have I been caught?
Or was it never a secret
Much to my mother’s anxiety, I’ve been hiding
And I’ve been reading up on things
This is exactly how it looks
But you have my word when I said
There is nothing you could have done to stop this
Certain times I laugh at the irony
But others I cry at the procrastination
Regardless, this is all I’ll ever be
Stop your pushy lines
I am not on your watch
This is not my confession rather my revolution
And you’re not invited, yet
It’s over rater by the bright array of colors
Take me for all I don’t show
You’ll get your turn when I release it all
Not when you mark it on your calendar with a little gold star
