Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.
Curtis Judalet
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I Can Only Be Me
Butterflies begin from having been another
As a child is born from being in a mother's womb
But how many times have you wished you were some other
Someone than who you are
Yet who's to say that if all were uncovered
You will like what you see
You can only be you as I can only be me
Flowers cannot bloom until it is their season
As we would not be here unless it was our destiny
But how many times have you wished to be in spaces
Time places than what you were
Yet who's to say with unfamiliar faces
You could anymore be loving you that you'd see
You can only be me as I can only be me
Oh oh oh I can only be me