It is hard to look at her, She holds my gaze and it stings my eyes, An ache that threads Through my brain. As hard as I try I cannot think Of what reason she would give For accompanying me. And I don't ask, in case she cannot either. I look upon her as though a stranger, What brought us here? What absurdity that we two have any connection? Every day I am the understudy Disconcertingly drafted in, To convince of a character That is greater than I, That no one expected me to truly ever be.
Oh the grace, the strength, That she has never realised she has; As it would have been the death of us, And surely the making of her.
Loyalty in her reaches new heights, Beauty has taken a new turn, Inadequacy has found a new name And it is mine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.