Me

I'm six foot three

I weigh one-eighty

I see in twenty/twenty

and I bench 240 

but these numbers wont define me.

I've got blue eyes

I try not to tell lies

and there's a very fine line between what I find fine

and what's not okay to say in my mind.

I get lonely pretty easily,

but it's not hard to see 

why people don't kick it with me.

I can be a dick, an a*****e, a jerk.

I'll admit I'm real piece of work,

but it hurts, not to have anyone.

I just want to have fun, 

I want to get out and run.

I want to take you by the hand

through this self-made wonderland

of strength and pain and love and hate,

maybe I could show you a thing

about learning to sing

when your life is held by a string.

I've been crushed so many times

that it just might blow your mind,

I'm still alive to live my best life.

It's not like I need you to be me,

but if you happen to see

something you like in me

I wont refuse a demand

to hold on to my hand.