Do you remember the first glance?
The first time you had the first thought,
And if you had a second chance,
Do you think you’d chose the same,
And still be friends with me?
I know I’m not much,
But I’m for real,
And I know such,
Is hard to come by.
If I could make a sentence,
And use only common phrases,
Would you love me just the same,
As if I thunk of new words every dayses?
Because I’m just me,
I’m not you.
I’m not them.
But I’ve got so much here to offer.
I’ll stay true.
And be exactly who I want to be.