flying kites you're better, you're better, you're better than them all.

you exceedingly amazing fucker you,
you could bake a cake with your music.
no reason i know what you mean.

you're so dedicated and passionate and you learn so quickly. you're so nice, and modest; you don't seem to realise the extent of your talent... or maybe you do, but you don't let it go to your head. other people's progress honestly is important to you so you help them with whatever they need, without being patronizing, and you smile proudly when they sound good, not because you're proud of what you've taught them, but of what they've achieved. you're so amazing and so much better, but it's so hard to hate you, it's much easier to love you. which makes other things so much harder.
what's it to you?
who go