they say beauty doesn't last forever
it's also said beauty is in the eye of the beholder
so one of these things cannot be true
because if I spend the rest of my life with you
and if every day you say I am pretty
then as long as you live I'll keep my beauty
but who do you see, my view of the mirror?
or a million pieces that cannot be put together?
I think that's why all of my friends don't last
they think it's easy to someone who looks like that
until they are cut by my broken, shattered edges
I'm left with my face, nothing more, nothing less.
one day my hair will gray and my eyes will fade
and I'll just be someone due for a grave
unless you love me, then I will be young and beautiful
until death separates us two lovesick fools
I hope I die first so I never leave your gaze
and that you will love me for all of our days.
but it is not that i want to be pretty forever
but that you will always be my beholder.