You; you're a realist The one to come back with a smart remark the quickest Beat down by the sands of time But your way of thinking is sublime See I think diffrent then you but that's how we've adapted after everything we've been through "The glass is half full but there's **** at the bottom" but you've been that way since autumn. You're such a rare breed and all that spills out is truth when you bleed Even though we're world's apart you'll always have my heart
Me; I'm a dreamer, a idealist the very opposite of a realist. My head in the clouds somewhere that I will never be found. Mercedes-in-wonderland where everybody is my biggest fan. Trying not to get taken down by sadness. But never having heightened gladness. Yes the glass is always half full but depression pierces like the horns of a bull I always ask 'why did you pick me?" While you kindly remind me, it's not me it's we.