What a beautiful day to realize: You're alive!
You've a head on your shoulders and the shame to use it,
a tongue in your mouth and the guts to abuse it.
You're young-- I'm in love
So when we talk I'll pretend to be near you
and when we don't I'll from distance revere you--
Though you're one of my closest friends you just don't understand
That I don't care for hypothesis of why you are not right for me
Why?
Why do you think you know what's best for me?
Baby in my eyes that is Blasphemy.
Why?
Why do you think you're not what's best for me?
I'm not asking for a life time guarantee.
I'm just asking you to see-
You're what's best for me.
1:08 am - Wednesday, Nov. 19, 2008
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