Hmm. I think that I may have either a panic attack, a nervous breakdown, or something to that extent very soon, so it's about time for me to get the good ol' Mister Rogers' Neighborhood soundtrack out of my mp3 closet.
It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself,
It's you, it's you I like.
This song brings a tear to my eye. Mister Rogers is my hero!
