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