What Matters

March 30, 2016

What matters to me most is my music and my family,

Without them inside this place like outer space there'd be no gravity,

Or life would seem to fade like old age and start to atrophy,

A tragedy,

Another thing is personality, who I am is real important,

Not just to others but who I see in the mirror in the morning,

I don't need to be or feel a need to be a picture perfect portrait,

I just want you to see the best in me and continue to be supportive

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