You probably think I'm crazy...you're in the shower right now, I saw you about 35 seconds ago, and here I am, writing you a letter...though I wouldn't mind joining you in that shower...
I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much that I would just drop everything, drop the group, never sing another note in my LIFE if you just asked me to. Not that you would, but you know.
We were talking last night...and you know what made me mad? The way you kept putting yourself down...you do that ALL the time, Lance...all the time. You say you wish you were like me...but why? You're already perfect. You say you want to sing like me, be as tall as me...
Don't say that.
*Don't you ever wish you were someone else,
You were meant to be the way you are exactly.
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.
When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.*
You say your voice is too deep, (It's perfect) your eyes are weird, why couldn't they be brown, or blue, instead of a weird green color that sometimes looks yellow, (They're amazing) or your Adam's apple is huge, (That's the way I like it) or your butt is too big (It's just right). I love you the way you are, Lance, you were supposed to look the way you are...you can't change it...and I love every little thing about you. Except for that one thing.
You're not even fishing for compliments when you make those little offhand comments...some not so offhand. In which case I'd think you were conceited. But you mean them...you really believe that.
I know you're in the shower now, thinking of every little thing wrong with you that you want to change.
But there's nothing I would change.
*And I hope you always stay the same,
cuz there's nothin' 'bout you I would change. *
Of course, if you were so inclined, you could change yourself, be different, be more like whoever you want.
But I wouldn't love them the way I love you.
You are insecure, baby, so unsure about whether or not you should say something you want. Don't be afraid...please, just be yourself...I know that weird little brand of humor you have, and I love it. But you don't show it nearly enough.
*I think that you could be whatever you wanted to be
If you could realize, all the dreams you have inside.
Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,
Just open up your heart and let it show you the way. *
"You're perfect," you'll say. "You've got such beautiful eyes...face...voice...everyone loves you. If I could be anyone else, it would be you."
You've said that. But why me? Why not Justin? He's the one the fans all love. And I'm not perfect, Lance. Look at the little gap in between my teeth for one tiny example! But you say you love it for some stupid reason, so I don't dwell on it. It's a part of me...
Just like you are. But you don't realize that I love every little thing about you. I love the eyes, love the hair, love the little birthmark your face...it's you.
And that's all I need.
*Don't you ever wish you were someone else,
You were meant to be the way you are exactly.
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.
When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.*
You love me. But you don't love yourself. You'll be better off if you do, trust me. You'll feel better, and I'll feel better.
You need to have confidence in yourself, baby. You have so many wonderful good things about you that I don't notice any bad ones. I can't see any bad ones.
Deep down...you have to love yourself for the way you are somewhere. Think about it...if your voice wasn't deep, Justin wouldn't have called you. And I wouldn't have met you.
And I'd still be screwing with chicks that had no meaning for me. (Me, the 18 year old pimp, right?)
You are my other half, Lance. I was drawn to you the same day I met you for the first time. I'm sure the others saw it. I don't think you did. And when I told you I loved you for the first time...you didn't believe me. You didn't believe me...for some stupid reason, someone told you that you were unlovable...someone brainwashed you or something and told you that there were all these things wrong with you, when really, you're perfect. And that was one hell of a run-on sentence. But I don't care. Cause I love you. And I want you to love you too.
*Believe in yourself.
Reach down inside.
The love you find will set you free.
Believe in yourself, you will come alive.
Have faith in what you do.
You'll make it through. *
"You're perfect."
Far from it. I'm not perfect, no one is. But so many times, you seem to be...you are perfect. Such a fickle word, don't you think? Perfect. Perfection. Hey, if you look at it too many times, or for too long, it looks like it's spelled wrong. Then it's not so perfect anymore, is it? Not even the word itself is perfect. And I'm being too deep.
Maybe it should be spelled like...
Never mind.
You know what I want you to do while I'm in the shower? Make a list of all the things you love about yourself. I'll start it off. Your eyes. There. And you better have a long list there. If you say you don't like anything about you, then...
Well, just don't say it. Cause I don't like anything about you. I love everything about you.
*Don't you ever wish you were someone else,
You were meant to be the way you are exactly.
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.
When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far. *
You're on your way out of the shower now, so I have to end this quick. You are my other half in every way. I love you so much. I just wish you loved you too. And I hope...I hope you always stay the same.
