She was a wondrous flower
as I was an ugly weed
She was a gracious lion,
as I was a stinging bee
She was a radiant thing,
don't you see?
There is a pattern
of ugly and pretty,
unique and beautiful
compared to Nothing...
In your eyes, she was everything
In your eyes, I was a Nothing,
You couldn't see, didn't want to hear
about all the past times She's hurt you
and about that, i fear...
One day, amidst all your joy
She'll ruin it all
like a breaking mirror...
the glass will fall,
the blood will spill,
and you'll be standing there
filled with horror...
I want you to see
what might be,
what might occur;
but to you, it's just a blur.
