He's so beautiful and broken
It's like he's my dark poet, my very own black beauty
He dresses up as a villain because he truly relates to them
He thinks he's a monster
To me he's compassionate, goofy, and has great potential to be someone I'm proud to know
We're strangers
I stand watching from a far
Admiring his jet black dyed hair and blonde stubble on his cleft chin
He's eyes their the color of emerald
He dulled his gems shine by doubting his greatness and effect in people's lives
If only he could see himself through my eyes
Your heartbreakingly beautiful, babe
If only I was his friend I'd show him how important he is
That he's not alone, that he doesn't have to be
If only my mind and maturity level matched my age...
