You know what? Thanks.
Thanks for everything. Thank you for letting me feel like I'm not as useless as I think I am.
At least I'll know that there would be people who appreciate me, they let me know that I have a talent, and that talent isn't useless like I think it is.
And you know who they are? They're the people who taught me at school. I feel like a spec of dust at home, I feel as if I have no hope in my future anymore.
But yesterday, My teachers let me realise that I wasn't a nothing, I was a something.
Thank god for my friends and the people that guide me.
What am I to you? Why do I have to rely on other people to feel the comfort? Can you tell me why?
Thanks for everything. Thank you for letting me feel like I'm not as useless as I think I am.
At least I'll know that there would be people who appreciate me, they let me know that I have a talent, and that talent isn't useless like I think it is.
And you know who they are? They're the people who taught me at school. I feel like a spec of dust at home, I feel as if I have no hope in my future anymore.
But yesterday, My teachers let me realise that I wasn't a nothing, I was a something.
Thank god for my friends and the people that guide me.
What am I to you? Why do I have to rely on other people to feel the comfort? Can you tell me why?
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