"You are one in a million."
                                            - Then you realize
                                               that means there must be
                                               THOUSANDS
Just.
                               Like.
                                                           ­          You.

So you worry,
You fret,
You wonder
What it takes to
stand                                                         ­                                                 apart.
Youtrythi­ngsyouwouldnototherwise.
U do thingz you can never 4get;

                                                          ­                           All just to be
                                                              ­                                              original.

You write and profess
about matters you hardly understand.

You torture yourself
to
s            t              r             e              t                c                      h
your limits.

You educate yourself
So to think
Like no one el$e ha$.

You adopt strange habits
In fluctuating,
                                                    ­                                        foreign
                 ­                         accommodations.
Then you
                                  r                  m       ­                                  e
                                               u                             l
                          c                                    ­       b
when it all
                   slips...
                                            
           ­                                                                 ­        You almost feel
                                                            ­                                 Original.


                                                     ­                       ...away...        


You change your name,
Take on a new identity-
One like they've never seen.
Bleach your personality
And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair-
Garishly placed among a black and white world-
While inhaling toxic fantasies
That suffocate-
No, wait, perhaps they liberate-
Those things that make you feel
alive
and unique.

                                                        ­                                 You are the Original.

You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl.
But you can't shake this ominous feeling:

                                         *You've become unoriginal

if you truly love me you
will tell me if you dont you
will tell me

i cant speak for you i cant think for
you i cant do anything
what are you waiting for what where
you waiting for tell me that you love me
and let the heavens rejoice let
the pple see the love that they thought
had died still lives  what are you waiting for?
many thingz have happen without you

iv told you that things are not the same
what where you waiting for you told me that you would love me forever but just some few weeks ago you didnt know if you loved me or not

if you love me you
will tell me if you dont you
will tell me

you say that you want to fix things but i see no action im not holding you back i dont have a problem with you

if  you love me you
will tell me if you dont you
will tell me