Can you feel me as I approach you?
                                                            ­                                                                 ­                     It's me,
the same person who has been there for you,
every time you've needed a hand to pull you through,
or a voice to help decide what you should do.
Can you see me?
                                I'm still here for you.
                                                            ­          I'm by your side, where I'm supposed to be,
totally there to help you face adversity
or just plain whenever you may happen to need me.
Well, look next to you!
Can't you see me?

I've always been in your shadow, in your wake,
watching you trot this earth, treating it as yours to take.
I've always admired you, the way you can live your life,
the way you take and release all the trouble you get, all the strife.
I've always wanted to be your friend,
to call myself good enough to know you,
to be able to look back at a time in our lives and say
                                                             ­                                "Yeah, that's what we used to do..."
I have secretly always wanted to love you,
because you have changed me.
Just through knowing you,
                                                talking to you,
                                                                ­           you have made me who I am meant to be.
I'm with you and the world is sweet bliss.
Can't you see me as I tell you this?

Can you feel me as I stand here beside you?
As I stand here, viewing in awe at the slightest thing you do?
Can you hear me as I stand here next to you?
And do you choose to deny my endless pleas of                                                               ­ "I love you"?

You would never do anything to hurt me
                                                              ­           so why did you?
You would never do anything to put me down
                                                            ­                        so why did you?
I looked up to you, you were "all that".
Look at me now, and you'll just see the brim of my hat.
Can you see me here next to you?
                                                            ­ Hear me?
                                                             ­                  Feel me?
No,
you can't.
I finally, on my own, do stand,
and you won't find me now and you never can.
I stand out of your shadow and in my own light.
The world is always a clear, serene place with you out of sight.
I am my own person, my own self, my own Me.
I am not you and that's how it was meant to be.