There's some things that are always hard to admit.
Feelings we hide and things we regret
But there's one thing I couldn't readily say
till the feeling had been locked up, thrown away,
and I loved you.
Before you walked into my life
I would look in the mirror with a frown on my face
wishing I could be anything but who I was
and be anywhere else except in this place.
I was struggling to find any glimpse of hope
that my future would love me more than the past.
But I was so weary and easily broken
and I'd been deciding that nothing could last.
Yeah it hurts to admit it, but this silly girl
would look at herself, then around at the world
and decided that it was more beautiful than she.
Everything in the world could be more beautiful than me.
So she burnt and she broke and she cut down a life
that could so and too often have been easily saved.
Because she tried and tried to help everyone else
but she never recieved any of the love that she gave.
Yeah that girl laid there broken, staring at the sky,
asking please if God could just let her cry.
Let her break into pieces instead of trying to be strong.
This was not the right story, this was not the right song.
And the tears fall down as she remembers, all along
she was lying to herself.
Yeah she'd been misguided to the fact she was worth nothing else
than a scar and a memory and a tear in the night.
And with no one to hold her, she thought she was right.
But the world turns wonders when we need it most.
You walked right in and held her, and loved here, and said
that she was more beautiful than the thoughts in her head.
You swore she was worth it and looked her in the eyes
and her heart let you in as she tried to realize
that you loved every part of her just as she was.
Not out of spite or ambition, but simply out of love.
She was frightened and breaking till the day you arrived.
But you held her so tightly, and thank God.
She survived.
She would have laughed if the world
would have told her one day
that a boy would walk in
and sweep her away.
But you proved to her that beauty
is more than we see.
You showed a girl she was lovable
and that girl
was me.
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