When I first met you

When I first met you, I was cliched

With tropes and trie beliefs

Which were only platitudes

Of the firends who gave me grief

 

About being happy.

 

But with you I feel free unlike the

Birds that fly with their flimsy flock

Buying into the lies the tell

Oh they wish they could take stock

 

About being happy.

 

Instead it's a freedom of my shackled

Ideas. I can be the sincere and sweet guy

I've never tried to be until I met you

And now I'm not so stressed and uncertain

 

About being happy.

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