You're Beautiful

You can’t expect me to be the person you want me to be all the time. I’m at the brink of many a time I thought I’d be, and I’m fearing it all the same. The thought of what would be, what should be, what is and what was is all too much for me to bear. It’s just the thought that I would rather forsake courage and the societal stereotype of what I’m supposed to be rather than bear with what is here and now.

There’s so much I want to tell, but so little courage. Listen to my ramblings then. Judge me if you must. It’s only human. It’s human for you to judge, but let the record show that you must judge my right to be afraid as well.

The times I long for what could have been, I still cherish in my heart. What I make of it though, is a completely different matter. Do I take it as something I’ll strive for one day, forsaking you; or should I take it as what could have been a beautiful mistake? Time and time again, I’m reminded by circumstances and the beautiful people I meet that life is short, and whatever they say about heaven and hell, well, there still is one, and only one, middle ground on which we stand on. This phase in existence we call life. This finite plane of infinite possibilities, the irony of eternity and mortality all rolled into one. I did not choose this existence, nor this life, and I certainly don’t want the responsibility of seeing it to the end. But we have no choice. And you must understand that I’m terrified of fucking this up. Certainly not with the idea of you.

It’s you and me, and in lieu of this finite time we had together, I’ve always felt bound by this to eternity. Bound, you and me – bound as one. I’m losing my existence to you day by day, and the more I do so I’m so afraid I’ll never be able to pull back. Do I want to rip it apart? The more I delve deeper and deeper into what is your beautiful soul the more I risk my own. I’m beginning to see through your eyes, the beauty in which you view my world puts everything into a different perspective. You’re taking my complications and making them your ruby butterflies.
What’s simple is true. What’s me is you.

At the end of the day, all I want is to be happy. Help me out here. I want you the way you are. I hope you feel exactly the same way too.

My life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that I'm sure.She smiled at me on the subway.She was with another man.But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw your face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.Yeah, she caught my eye,As we walked on by.She could see from my face that I was,Fucking high,And I don't think that I'll see her again,But we shared a moment that will last till the end.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw your face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.There must be an angel with a smile on her face,When she thought up that I should be with you.But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you.