These people aren't just unique.
These people helped make me.
They pick me up whenever I fall.
They glue me together in no time at all.
Without these people there is no "Me".
Theres only what you think you see.
I'm a master of disguise, quietly I hide behind my lies.
Waiting for some smart soul to figure me out, but I'm just, I guess to complex.
Regrets, I have many, much too many to count.
They're part of the lies you know nothing about.
I'll just light up my cigarette and pretend to forget.
Past is past, leave it at that.
No opening doors you can't rehatch.
They say keep out yet these bold souls defy, because they truely want to know what's inside.
I love these people like brothers and sisters, I'll heart them out before Misses or Misters.
Biogically you may call us friends, but our family of love will never end.
I may take a bullet for my Mom or Dad, but these people for them, I'll take an axe. Bloods thicker then water, I'll give you that, but faygo beats both so pass the axe!