Who are you?

Excuse me for what I’m about to say, but if I didn’t say it then it’d haunt me for the rest of my life

But… Who are you?

Well, I’m a different person to different people. I’m annoying to some. Something to one, and nothing to another. Loud to a few. Quiet for a lot. But, the question is who am I to you?

Do I bring you happiness? Am I someone you worry for, someone you hurry for?

Someone you talk about, someone you walk about

Oh when you hear me on the phone, do you feel less alone?

Am I someone to call home, someone to call your own?

Someone to dance with, someone to be in France with

Maybe a better question, who are you to them? Do you need to pretend?

Are you liked by many, or loved by one.

Invited because your fun? If not, you better run…