Written June 18, 2010

If the world had its priorities straight,
you’d be quite the wealthy man.

Maybe mom and dad would be proud of you instead.

‘Cause your heart’s so big and full,
and I wish for you that’s all that mattered.

My heart is small and trying,
but the love archives know
that my lies and manipulation
don’t demonstrate my meager
wants and efforts
to be like you.

Yet somehow,
the gains I wish I made
mean so much more
to the spectators.

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