when you dont want me i look at my body its awkward and dirty i feel unsturdy when you dont hold my hand i totally understand you just cant walk with ease, i pull it in my sleeve and when you dont love me i look above me and i talk to my god even though he's a dog
and i ask him if i'l be ok and he says that he was once a stray and that was when we took him home and loved him and made him our own and you have done the same to me which doesnt mean that i'm not free i dont know what else it means as long as i dont become we
i can stay ME i am happy i look at me i am happy i am just me i am happy so differently