The Kind of Guy
You used to be the kind of boy to hum to any tune,
the special kind of boy who painted pictures of the moon,
the one who saw a broken heart a way to make things right,
for to a darkened room all your smiles gave off light.
The guy who's caring words could set the people free,
the guys who separates the treasure from the sea.
The kind who imagines up special kinds of views,
and these are all the reasons that your still the one I choose.
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