MOONS COPYRIGHT 2010
It seems to me, that while you’ve been judging me,
You’ve failed to see the flaws that lie in thee,
I’m rid of you constantly doubting me,
Belittling all that’s valued to me,
And hungrily feeding off my self-worthy,
The drinks and the crowd may temporarily,
Be able to drown the sound of your conscience’s plea,
But believe me when I say, with all modesty,
I’ve grown to become what you can't ever be,
After all this time I finally see
I’m loved among my true friends, just as Me
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