You've actually made me cry before.
You precious, lovely thing.
Tears fell down onto the floor
I felt the way they sting.
I couldn't handle all of it.
I couldn't take the pain.
Instead I threw a little fit.
I released a private rain.
That didn't help. It became worse.
A downpour made by you.
That's okay. It's not the first.
Nor the last, I'm sure its true.
It hurt more because you were the cause.
I never thought that it could be.
In fact, you might deserve applause.
Its rare for someone to hurt me.
But I know you didn't want this.
I'm just sensitive for a boy.
At first, ignorance was bliss.
At first came tears of joy.
But eventually it wore on me.
It killed me a little inside.
It killed me a lot, actually,
And that I couldn't hide.
What killed me wasn't your fault at all.
You didn't mean to make me cry.
The thing that really made me bawl
Was that you didn't see through my eyes.
You didn't see how perfect you are.
That's what brought out the tears.
But I'll keep trying. I'll raise the bar.
I don't care if it takes years.
I'll do what it takes to show you
What you think is all a lie.
Ill show you that you're beautiful
And amazing in my eyes.
I don't care how many tears I shed
While I wait for you to see.
Because no matter what goes through your head
I swear you're perfect to me.
