You; you're a realist
The one to come back with a smart remark the quickest
Beat down by the sands of time
But your way of thinking is sublime
See I think diffrent then you
but that's how we've adapted after everything we've been through
"The glass is half full but there's **** at the bottom"
but you've been that way since autumn.
You're such a rare breed
and all that spills out is truth when you bleed
Even though we're world's apart
you'll always have my heart

Me; I'm a dreamer, a idealist
the very opposite of a realist.
My head in the clouds
somewhere that I will never be found.
Mercedes-in-wonderland
where everybody is my biggest fan.
Trying not to get taken down by sadness.
But never having heightened gladness.
Yes the glass is always half full
but depression pierces like the horns of a bull
I always ask 'why did you pick me?"
While you kindly remind me, it's not me it's we.