Am I gorgeous,
in your eyes?
That's what you call me,
all the time.
You're confused,
I understand.
You see,
I'm confused as well.
Most of my confusion
comes from yours,
though.
I don't think you get,
what you've done to me.
I'm broken,
I'm waiting for you.
Hoping I'm waiting...
for a good reason.
They've all talked...
none of them like you.
They're against us as a couple.
I get that,
I do.
But I love you,
I'm in love with you.
I gave you my heart.
I think I hold the key to yours.
You know,
it's a little hard,
to put a puzzle together,
if you're missing some of the pieces.
I need you,
but you need to stop,
messing with my head.
Am I gorgeous in your eyes?
Because when I look in the mirror,
what I see,
is horrid.
I see a sad and lonely girl.
Broken,
depressed even.
But when you stand next to me,
I feel like what I see,
is what you see.
A smart girl,
beautiful,
strong,
happy.
When I'm with you,
I am all those things.
But when we're apart,
it breaks me,
kills me.
I wonder,
if I'm on your mind,
as you're on mine.
When you look at me,
what all do you see?
Am I gorgeous in your eyes?
