I looked down at my self image, the one you drew for me.
Looking back now, how could I let it be.
We tried so many times to love each other.
In the stars it wasn't meant forever.
Now I try to catch each teardrop that smudges across my page.
You never noticed through the years how much I have aged.
You still tell me how beautiful I am, but I know my wrinkles are a part of me.
Thank you for being so nice, your a bit of a charmer, don't you agree?
Now suddenly things fell apart in my world, but I didn't catch you holding my hand.
I sort of see through your phony image, I now understand.
It's okay to tell someone they are beautiful, if your words are true.
Don't just say it, if there are no feelings to your heart, because the last person I left, was just like you.
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