Whatever I Love Most

The beauty that I hold inside of me is of a future history
You're a man, you'd never understand.

Even when these dreams are slow and sad, they're the best I've ever had
It's not love. It's what I'm made of.

And if I never ever take the pills, even though I likely will
I'll still think, another life in pink.

But when I get that butterfly tattoo, and explain it all to you
You might cry. And ask how could I.