"do i ever even cross your mind?"

"you've never left."

Her words fill my stomach with butterflies
there's no more beautiful sight than her wondrous eyes
I'm falling, falling so far in love
and now she's girl I'm dreaming of

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We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies—

The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—

How odd that the girl who made me believe,
  in love,
   and in hope,
    and that things will get better,
doesn't believe those things herself.

We all have a facade,
an image we let the world see.
But there is no point flaunting these lies,
the truth is known by me.
So if you want to hide your true self,
never show it to anyone ever.
Because you let people in, show them the truth,
well now they know that forever.

So on comes my new facade,
hateful, carefree and strong,
and because no one will know the real me
no one will see what's wrong.