You Don’t Make Me Happy
Make Me More Complete
You don’t make me happy.
You don’t make me a better man.
You don’t make me worthy of more.
I do all these things myself.
You just inspire me to know that I can, and you remind me why I do.
I am simply more complete with you.
About the Creator
Ryan Barbin
Creative Arts Specialist. Writer/Copywriter, Musician, Producer, Visual Artist, and Entertainer. Owner of IYAM Entertainment Studios in Las Vegas, NV. (www.iyament.com)
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