I like you because you have let me be me,
Whatever that means.
Whatever that means.
You'd never mold me, change me, or readjust my seams.
You like me for me.
You like me for me.
I'd let you change my accent, my haircut, unimportant things,
Just don't cut my wings.
Just don't cut my wings.
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 21, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
I like you because you have let me be me,
Whatever that means.
Whatever that means.
You'd never mold me, change me, or readjust my seams.
You like me for me.
You like me for me.
I'd let you change my accent, my haircut, unimportant things,
Just don't cut my wings.
Just don't cut my wings.
A true story.
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