This was a song I wrote for an old friend in return for a poem.
lyrics
Who am I to you?
A purple hat, Rubik's cube, snake hands and card suits,
Now I try to,
Suppress a fear that you'll be bored of me soon,
And if you're still thinking,
you're afraid of the dark, you're wrong.
Because if your chest is sinking,
the only thing you're afraid of is the unknown...
And now,
if you don't know,
where we are going,
then any road
will take us there.
But we could just chose a random path,
and carry on that way forever.
But I'll leave us a trail of bread crumbs,
so you can find your way back home,
if you'd rather walk back with no one,
and leave me lost in the woods all alone.
Now I'm close,
don't follow the road that calls us both home
and now I, I know,
A fear that time will trap me in the friend zone alone and if
you're still thinking,
you're afraid of the dark, you're wrong.
Because if your chest is sinking,
the only thing you're afraid of is the unknown...
Now,
if you don't know,
where we are going,
then how will you know,
when we get there?
But we could just choose a single path,
and walk in whatever direction together.
But I'll plant us a beanstalk,
so at the dead ends we could carry on,
if you'd rather forget where you came from
and explore the world with someone.
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