That boy,
Who I thought was different,
Has proven to be just the same
As all those boys
Who broke my heart.
And yet I let him remain
As a simple, needed part
Of my life.
I wish I could
Feel better without him,
But I'd only be lying.
And while I sit here, crying,
He's the only one
Who attempts to dry
My eyes when I cry.
If only I could bring myself
To thank him for all he's done
For me.
But I can't ever let him see
What I see in me as a vice.
I just end up finding myself trying
To be perfect and precise.
And then I realize,
His intentions are pure
And I have a deeper connection
Than I ever thought.
Even if he says he doesn't believe me...
If only he could the smile on my face.
This smile is for you, it's not fake
And there's no way in hell it'll be replaced. |
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