I like watching you laugh,
With your head thrown back and tears in your eyes.
Your smile is my favorite thing to see
But it drowns in your insecurities.
You should learn to take your own advice.
To never let them break you down.
Have you ever wondered
what it was like to be happy?
The kind of happy that reminds you of my childhood.
I bet you have wondered,
but what have you come up with?
To still be haunted by demons,
to still hide behind a "good time",
to still hide inside the bottle.
In times like these we must stay strong
they say, but why must I be the rock?
The teeter is toppling, and I try to hold it up
but the ground is crumbling beneath me.
Why can't you see yourself the way I do?
Why do you do nothing about it?
Why can't you see I love you?
Why can't you see that you're perfect to me?
