Rebecca Springsteen Biography

The messages tell me sooner,

then my mind, it keeps on going low and lower.
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Why must he look at me that way?
Doesn't he know it's rude to stare?
I'm nothing special, so why do they stare?
Did I do something?
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The mountains are always high.
Laughing, I am so small to them.
They look down on me with disgust.
Rolling their eyes as I build my way up.
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I stop to think every once in awhile.
I wish I wouldn't.
You wonder why I don't have many friends.
Why, I block everyone out.
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I do not weep for people,
I cannot be in their shoes,
I cannot make it go away,
I cannot hold you up,
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