What is it like
To be you
When they fall over
But you can't hold on
You play it cool
As you strum your guitar
And music fills the room
And that's why I'll always
Look up to you
What is it like
To take a step in your shoes
But there's too much to fill
When they are two sizes too big
Trapped in our own worlds
That we can't escape
Wondering what fate decides
But everyone knows
That curiosity killed the cat
What is it like
When you look at me
Who am I to you
Did you ever think of me as a friend?
Originally, me and this person were going to do an art trade, but for some reason that didn't end up happening, and instead I asked if I could write something instead. For some reason the end paragraph makes it seem kind of romantic, and wow that was not my intent at all. I still haven't received my piece of art though haha