Beating the odds for so long,
Rapping your pains down to the ground,
Over-using your imagination,
Did you think I was so oblivious?
Compare, Compare, Compare.
Wheres the love?
I'm not her.
Am I supposed to be broken, down on the ground?
Sorry, baby.
That was then.
And this is now.
Let's pretend,
I'm not angry.
Let's pretend,
Life is easy.
Now,
Let's pretend,
I'm broken, down on the ground.
Would you care?
No. Not at all.
But,
I am indescribable.
I am undeniable.
I am uncontainable.
I am unconditional.
I am a shooting star, in a black night sky.
I am a Mustang, wild and rare.
And I am so much more attractive, without you.
And what are you?
A waste of time.
What are you?
Unreliable.
Beating the odds for so long,
Rapping your pains down to the ground,
Over-using your imagination.
What am I?
I've asked this question time and time again.
But,
I know.
What am I?
Beautiful.