Friday, February 4, 2011

The Best That I Can Be

So I went to a disabled camp for a week, because obviously, I'm disabled. Once there, I met this really, REALLY preppy-looking older teenager. I thought Good God, please don't make me be with a prep! But after meeting Katie, camp got a whole new meaning. I actually had fun singing at the talent show and dancing with my counterpart Ryan/Brenda. After I got back from camp, I wrote her a song. That was four years ago, so I totally lost it...Oops. So I wrote her a new one, and I'm going to sing it at camp this year, when the talent show comes back up. Enjoy, and please edit... I appreciate the suggestions. :)

I'm looking at the phone and it's saying your name
And I'm scared to answer it now because my mind is filled with shame
Just today's sins could disappoint you again and again
But as I cry you say you'll be there at the end
Of the race, when I'm ready to come home
You say this whole time, I haven't been alone
I wish I could take back yesterday
And all of those irreversible mistakes
But since that's not a possible request
I'll just have to say this I guess

I don't know why you let me call you friend
I don't know why you stayed with me then
Through all the tears, the fears, the lies
And all the times I tried to die
And I know you want the best for me
You'll do anything to help me be
The best that I can be

And I don't know why I chose these words
I can't think of a better way to word
What's been on my mind ever since we met
That week in June at the camp
At the end of it all, you were the hope
That things could be different, I could know
Someone cared, would call just to say hi
And hear the funniest stories in life
Who'd want to kidnap me for food
(Shopping might be included)

The day I lose a hold of life
Is the day I hold on with all my might
I'm gonna try to not worry about my plight
As long as I can see the light
Stay with me now, don't leave my sight
And we'll be friends through the long night

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