There's me, looking at you, giving all my love and attention to you.
There's you, looking at her, leaving me out of your heart without a care.
And believe it or not, it hurts. It rips my heart out.
But I suppose with love comes pain; it's only fair.

I can't explain how I feel in the beautiful elegancy the way you do;
but I'm trying, because you are inspiration.
Better yet, you're perfection to me.
I wish you knew that's what I've always seen when I saw you

In your face, I see truth, charm, and love
In your laugh, I hear purity, happiness, and cunning
In everything else, I see everything I want and more
So with that being said, I can only say that there is none quite like you

But I'm not the only one who sees that anymore
You speak of a girl who may like you as much as I
You like her back; it's a hurtful truth I can't change
But take her if you can, because she is your perfection, and I know now that I'm not

Perfection is what you are, so perfection you deserve, no less
If that's what she is to you, then she is who you get
Stay with her for all etirnity, even though it will break me into a million pieces
But in this stage of the game, my feelings shouldn't matter anymore

Because you are perfect.
To you, she is perfect.
I am not perfect.
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