I didn't think it possible Someone so beautiful Lay in shards on the floor
Tear drops always fell from the raincloud That hung over her head Maybe I could piece her back together With sticky fingers and tubes of glue
Her reflection was always beautiful Backwards yet still her The opposite of everything she hated:herself
Yet I wish she could look through my telescope That all the world looks down at her from "Isn't she beautiful, why does she stay alone?" And you only answer with sobs
They all want to hold you; share your pain That beautiful girl cut into pieces By her own reflection she creates In the hair-line fractures of her soul
Oh thanks it is about you. You sometimes say you aren't *insert adjective here* and I think that I and others think you are great just the way you are...I wub you too and I hope you aren't sad for long
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I didn't think it possible
Someone so beautiful
Lay in shards on the floor
Tear drops always fell from the raincloud
That hung over her head
Maybe I could piece her back together
With sticky fingers and tubes of glue
Her reflection was always beautiful
Backwards yet still her
The opposite of everything she hated:herself
Yet I wish she could look through my telescope
That all the world looks down at her from
"Isn't she beautiful, why does she stay alone?"
And you only answer with sobs
They all want to hold you; share your pain
That beautiful girl cut into pieces
By her own reflection she creates
In the hair-line fractures of her soul
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