When stupidity reigns supreme, I write shit like this.

I have feelings for you like I have never had for another person before. But the real question is how you feel about me.

I'd pour my heart out to you. I'd let down my guard, swear to God.

I just want to know the truth for the first time.

Am I special to you?

Or am I just a face in the shadow of greats?

Just a voice in a choir of saints?

Just another guy..?

I want to be your everything.

And I want to be your reason why.

And I want to be above the rest.

Oh how unimaginable it is.