The Ideal [2]
We’re so different
Things we keep
Things we hate
Things we appreciate
The way we think
The way we see
And the way we want to be seen
But I wonder,
Is it also,
the way we feel?
I dive while you stand
I plant while you catch
I search while you find
Yet
You are the one who is unbreakable
You hold power in silence
And even though it’s kinda hard to admit
Your presence makes life less unbearable
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We’re so different
We can see that we’re not meant to be in the same place
We know we can’t handle each other
We understand that it’s not only the idea of us that matters
And we can picture that it won’t ever be the ideal
Yet I always keep finding new reason
To justify the noise in my head
Telling me again and again
that you are, indeed,
Very special
