I see you.
Not for what you think you are
But for what you have become.
I see you.
Not the make up on your face
or the jeans that caress your waist.
I see you.
Put make up on your face, just love how it feels,
But criticize my character for not being real.
I see you.
You might think you see me,
I thought my love could fit like a key
Blind to my own insecurities that I can't see
but I see you.
Why must you feed me lies?
Smile on my face, as my confidence in you slowly dies
Yes, I see you.
Seasons change like leaves, once what we built falls.
Happiness in your heart, out of stock in the malls.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
I see you.
Not for what you think you are
But for what you have become.
I see you.
Not the make up on your face
or the jeans that caress your waist.
I see you.
Put make up on your face, just love how it feels,
But criticize my character for not being real.
I see you.
You might think you see me,
I thought my love could fit like a key
Blind to my own insecurities that I can't see
but I see you.
Why must you feed me lies?
Smile on my face, as my confidence in you slowly dies
Yes, I see you.
Seasons change like leaves, once what we built falls.
Happiness in your heart, out of stock in the malls.
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