I love all my faults.
people without are so bleak
Youve grown to just the way your supposed to be
If you look close enough
I'm sure you could finally see.
You are perfect.
At least to me.
don't give up hope my friend.
rules where made to bend
its okay to weep.
but if you promise me this I can sleep
do you promise to keep your head up?
to sing to the broom when you sweep?
to not be scared when your floorboards creak.
picture a mouse.
small and meek
life is no chore
let it bore no more
Do not let it scare you
Tease you
And wear you (down)
I will not let you attend your own funeral my friend
for this is not the end.