So, we accept the love we think we deserve? Is that why she's in my bed tonight, crying over some guy who couldn't give her more? I gotta tell you it's true, but it's not right.
She's a queen, an angel, or at least a saint. She'll make you smile any time of the day. When the colors start to fade, she gets the paint, and she'll make it look good in a different way.
I don't know how she finds the will to smile, after all the cruelty the world has shown her. But even on her darkest days, after awhile, there's a light that just shines through her.
I know she deserves only the best in this world. How can we prove to her she's better then she thinks? I've never met someone more deserving then this girl. When she cries for these guys, my heart sinks.
I've never met someone who could love and care despite being thrown curve ball after curve ball. but still, no matter what, she is always there, to help the ones she loves when they fall.
One day soon, the one who could love her the best will show up; he'll walk right into her world, and show her why she deserves better then the rest. I want this. I want happiness for this girl.