I love who?
Is it you, the boy, with the long hair,
living without any care,
in the world?
or is it you, the boy, with the country smile,
who's eyes are as wild,
as the winding roads.
I love who?
is it you, my parents, who love,
unconditionally.
or is it my best friend,
who loves me despite my flaws.
I love who?
is it myself, who cannot see past
the reflective mirror on my wall?
or is it the people who showed me,
the way through this twisted lifestyle,
I see?
