Tuesday, May 31, 2011

To Be

wasted, trashed
I still see the real you
 
alone, absentminded and rash
please don't take me for a fool
 
scared, worried
you don't where you're going
 
awake, tired, unmoved
you live like you're done growing
 
unestimating, assuming
I'm wondering who you really are
 
overreacting, bashful, unworthy
please... let me be your shining star
 
be bold, be clever, be funny
that, I know, is the REAL you
 
be happy, be clutzy, be crazy
because I already know the truth.

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