Nobody understood what I meant

When i said she was beautiful

Nobody wanted to hear me say

That I wanted her for my own

Because the imperfections they see

Made the vision of perfection I see

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Is it wrong that I want to do more than behold her

I wanna be the one that holds her

Not with my hands

But with my heart

They called me stupid

Told me I could do better

And you know what?

I almost believed them

But at the end of the day

The shattered image that my friends saw

Was the perfect vision I never wanted to stop seeing