I’d rather be here
Than hiding somewhere
In memories or thoughts
Or cries of despair
I’d rather be loved
And feel you connect
Than be brought into a void
I’d rather forget
Of a past that is gone
Of a man who once was
Of a man whom you wanted
It’s important because…
If I don’t say this
I’d be terribly remiss
Love the man who I am
Not the man whom you miss