im not perfect. im so random. i talk about
things that happened years ago. i burst
out laughing in a silent room.. because
obviously I find something funny i walk..
down the streets waving at random
people & someone's bound to wave back
i talk way too much & always get stuff
wrong. i trip over nothing' and what i say
never comes out right. i lie to cover things
up & i never get what i want but i promise
you right now, you will never meet anyone
who loves you more then i do.

i didnt write this but i love it.