All I want is a little recognition; for you to think in twenty years, "Yeah, that was my best friend."
Is that excessively narcissistic of me? Yeah, probably.
I'm really nothing. I'm just kind of here, living day to day, looking for a reason why I should bother. Of course I always find one, if only just that- only one. Always, it seems, that Her.
"I'll make you proud."
I'm really nothing. Nothing recognizable, nothing worth being remembered. I'm a young, impressionable soul with no clearly defined moral standards or any idea of what to do with his life.
Not so fun.
"I'll make you proud."
