| The Reason | ||||||||
| I was always the puppet, The potters clay People would shape and make me Into something else something not me I had to fit in, me as myself wasn't good enough In all the noise and all the changing I lost who I was, my whole indentity Blinded by shadows, shadded by darkness No one to depend on, nothing to trust All in one day fate showed it's hand an unlikley swicth a unmakable bond So more reshaping but back to myself The person you helped me to remember You need to know that you are my rock The person I do to when the world goes black You give me honesty when I need it And my crying shoulder, my free spirit So this is to you, for you to know That you kept me alive when I wanted to die It's for that reason I see you as My best friend |
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| To: Amy Vandenburg | ||||||||
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