A loss of insight into myself, I don't see there is anything wrong with me. I am angry, frustrated and happy again. And why would I take my medications if I am not ill?
You and I - We are best friends. The only ones we have, And that's just the way we like it - Everything is perfect. Yet, I worry for the future, For we are not cut from the same cloth. One day we will be separated by the passing of time, And you will no longer be there when I love you.