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.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
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.
