How long I would run through the burning sun just to tell you you have pretty eyes.
And the lies that circle like a storm,
with every false word that I've sworn to every human being that's been born,
but I would never lie to you.
Because you are different than them.
Different from all those matching gems.
I love you because you are not perfect.
You're that beckoning sound that stops me from falling,
that holds my hand when the worlds crashing down,
and everybody has left but you.
If only I had had the courage to tell you this.
Then maybe I would not have lost you.