Dear someone.
You say you're so imperfect.
You often speak of living lies.
You'd surround yourself with darkness until the day you die.
You enjoy the coward rogues,
and the lowest ways of thieves,
why you do this, I don't know.
Listen, I believe...
...That you are a gift
Like no one else I've met,
You give me the lift
We help each of us forget
Whatever's shoving us back down,
To me, you're the light
To keep me happy and secure.
Please, for me, do what's right.
I am not your mother,
I don't claim to be your guide.
Nor a significant other,
of the assumed kind.
But I wish you could see clearly
What's really right from wrong,
I don't know what I'm trying to say.
So here ends the song.
P.S., I will not name you,
whoever you may be,
I shall only say that your Web name was "HP".
"NO MORE RHYMES NOW, I mean it!"
"..Anybody want a peanut?"
You say you're so imperfect.
You often speak of living lies.
You'd surround yourself with darkness until the day you die.
You enjoy the coward rogues,
and the lowest ways of thieves,
why you do this, I don't know.
Listen, I believe...
...That you are a gift
Like no one else I've met,
You give me the lift
We help each of us forget
Whatever's shoving us back down,
To me, you're the light
To keep me happy and secure.
Please, for me, do what's right.
I am not your mother,
I don't claim to be your guide.
Nor a significant other,
of the assumed kind.
But I wish you could see clearly
What's really right from wrong,
I don't know what I'm trying to say.
So here ends the song.
P.S., I will not name you,
whoever you may be,
I shall only say that your Web name was "HP".
"NO MORE RHYMES NOW, I mean it!"
"..Anybody want a peanut?"