The world is full of problems,
Dying and the like
And though we're not affected
I still can't ride a bike.
Many people lie
And enjoy saying "me" alot
While others only get by
If they're driving on five knots.
Though there are these types
And, to be completely realistic,
There only are these types,
But we, we are quite individualistic.
You and I are one thing
And the realistic are another
When they ask "who am I"
The topic is some other.
I love the light in your eyes
And every time you smile
I just wish I could gather it in a jar
So it would last a longer while.
Time and distances are such b itches
They're teasing us today
But soon we'll be in each other's arms
And have quite not much to say.
You and I are one thing
And they are another,
When you ask "whom am I"
Today, the answer is love,
Everything else is an illusion
Except for us. <3