I never wanted to make you feel the way my heart was breaking. I never meant for you to see the constant, steady aching. I thought I was doing good at showing you my smile. But I guess you can see the falsities that I've been hiding for a while. Bless the sunshine in your soul, bless your wounded heart. You're anything but usual, you're a walking work of art. I'd hold you high up to the stars for all the world to see. And hope that they could appreciate you just as much as me.