Love who you are

 You're a social chameleon
Wearing masks wherever you go
You make me wonder
Where has your true self gone
You never wanted millions
Just peace of mind goes well for you
But I wish I knew what went under
That little skull of yours
Cause I love who you are
And you should too
I love your little details
When you are you
I love the tiny things that
You fail to hide
I enjoy being around you
Without your guard
You are a person worth a lot more
And you should know that by now
I only choose the best to surround myself with
And I will always try to keep you safe and sound
So grab onto my arm and we'll fly together
Out of that ditch you've been forever
Into the skies we will soar above
And with me I'll teach you again
How to love
How to love who you are
Love your life
Learn to enjoy it
A minute at a time
Try your best to not care at all
And be a little more yourself
Cause I love who you are
And you should too
I love your little details
When you are you
I love the tiny things that
You fail to hide
I enjoy being around you
Without your guard
And if you need to keep it up
That's okay
I won't ever judge
Not tomorrow or today
All I know is that if you need me
I'll always try to be there
Set you free again and again
And I'll never be bored of it
You are someone I chose to care for
And I hope you learn to get it
Learn to love who you are again
Learn to be your own true self
And if that piece was lost along the way
Then I'll come with you
And we'll find it again
Together, you are not alone
And neither am I
And when you wish to be on your own
I'll wave you goodbye
I'll just be waiting around the corner
Until you call for my name
And I will always come forwards
And try to ease your pain
You are a person that I really care for
And I really really do love who you are
So don't ever change
And if you do
Do it only for the one that matters
For you

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