Knowing that some people actually aspire to be like me,
Knowing I've somehow inspired some people, well,
That's the best feeling in the world

Press your hands into my heart
Hard enough to make an impression
Push as if to make the marks last
Scare me, so I will always remember
That someone walked my veins
And danced inside my lungs
That you were in my heart
You felt it beating loud and steady
You pushed until I was ready
To love you so hard again
To feel this world of mice and men

Alone in a crowded room
Sinking in the carpets
I extend my hand
To show you you're not alone

I am by your side
Here for your rollercoaster ride
We'll whip through the skies
So I can show you what you're made of

Let me whisk you away
And show you the world
If even for one day
*I'll show you your worth

I was ten when
I got caught stealing
blue chalk from the pool hall.

My daddy wore me out
with a black leather belt.

He said *What'd I tell you
about writing sad poems
on the back of the stones
at the orphan's graveyard?

The wise old hermit,
"when you have produced a beautiful love poem about the person you like least, come and sit with me again".