I can only imagine the strain, of being known.
I can only imagine the stress, of producing something worth it.
I can only imagine what you go through, I can only think of you, and think of your family.
I think you have a beautiful family.
I think you’re all beautiful.
I, as one person, cannot buy every album off the shelf, but if I could I would buy every one until I could send you to platinum and share your music to everyone
You’re so much of me,
Even though we’re not the same.
If love is enough, I send it when I am able,
The right words don’t come out,
And I did that one thing,
That thing everyone hates,
When someone approaches claiming to know everything when they know nothing.
It took me this long, this stumbling mess,
To realise I did that,
And too much else,
And that unless read aloud by the one two wrote it,
Much would be read out of context.
I never meant anything to hurt you, I never meant anything to cause pain,
And I love you.
Even when my heart is afraid to love.
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