Your shirt, Your cologne

Your shirt, Your cologne Cheap fake glasses that vaguely resemble yours I want to be like you

Your humour, Your strength Your heart, despite it all, unchanged I want a heart like yours Pure as the day you were born

I want to be like you Your cleverness, your charm I want to be like you Your confidence, which didn’t come unearned I want to be like you Your handsomeness, the rarest kind I want to look like you

And now there is no you I need to be like you

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