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I don't know why I think of you so highly.  Why every word that comes out of your mouth seems so important and so real.  I've seen the way you hurt yourself.  The way you let no one in.  The way you separate yourself from everyone.  The way your so alone.  I can't help but worry about you. All those times when I know your out drunk.  Trying so hard to forget, to be someone else, and to not feel a thing.  I really don't know why I think of you as some great mentor.  The kind of person fit to give me advice or to tell me the truth.  Your sick.  I love you but your sick.  Maybe it's because you know me so well.  Maybe it's because you and I are a lot alike.  I admire you somehow.  I don't understand it sometimes.  How I can look up to you and want nothing more than to be like you.  I'm not the smart one remember.  What I don't know I guess.  What you know about me is usually a lot more than just a guess.  It's like somehow you know me.  I don't know how but you do.  And I need that.