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.