When I first saw her, that simple girl
She my Juliet, flawless like a diamond
How could I be so wrong.
She had golden hair, an angel's smile,
Beloved by everyone and everything.
I asked her out, and she frowned.
Flip me off, turned me around.
Damn, wish she was a guy,
cause I would have given her a new birthmark
A birthmark that was black and blue.
Don't take me wrong, I aint a hater.
But I guess looks can be deceiving.
I just wish, looks weren't judged.
Cause then the world might be happier,
And the sun might shine brighter.
Guess thats the way it goes.
When you want something,
you have to earn it.
If you want love,
guess you have to deserve it.
And I guess none of the above applies to me.
Cause love is a vauge memory.
When you want something,
you have to earn it.
When you want love,
you have to deserve it.
And I guess none of the above applies to me,
'cause love is a vauge memory.
A memory of a time where I was younger,
And hate was a legend, and sadness a joke.
Where love existed in reality and in dreams.
Guess that all fades away as you get older.
As as maturity comes, so does the hate.
A single mistaken glance,
can cause a world full of sorrow.
A thoughtless word,
can cause a year of abhoration.
Nobody can see through the shell I have made,
That makes me look as if I think life's a fantasy,
That I am a mass made of sorrow,
A tank full of hurt.
Nobody can see through the shell I have made,
That makes me look as if I think life's a fantasy,
That I am a mass made of sorrow,
A tank full of hurt.