would you like to know who i am, if i told you that i am who you might not think i am. would you like it if i told you that you are a hostage of my pen, drowning in the ink, because you are the you that's stuck in my proses. would you like it if i told you that you are the calming music to my ears when there's a waging war happening in my mind. would you like it if i told you that you are a mobile home, one that i could easily call, one that could easily give me warmth. would you like it if i told you that i want to be someone special to you, because you mean the whole world to me, the eve when i am adam. would you like to know who i am, if i told you i'd love to know more of you. but, truth be told, i know you wouldnt like it if i told you that i am just a creep that thinks about you late at night, because you are a savior of someone else, a life that'll never be mine.
