in a world of uglyness
she matters
when everything is meaningless
fragile
she doesn't she her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
i can't watch her slip away
she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by hoping somone will see
if i could fix myself i'd-
but it's to late for me
we'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
i'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
....and picking....
it's something i have to do
i was there,too
before everything else