i don’t care what they say loveyou’re a work of artno one can paint the sky like youeach night i think of new ways to impress youso you’ll stick aroundwhen i was younger i’d stare at cloudswell now i’m older and i still doand i don’t know why, so don’t ask meand i won’t ask youwhy you hide behind those bookshelvesfilled with bibles and world war fairytalesyour eyes will tire from the lies your heart desiresso don’t play along ’cause they say you’ll go to hellthis is your own life, believe what you willand don’t worry when they say you don’t understand’cause they could never know how it feltthe day you found love and lost it just as easilyyou were so young, but so untouchable’cause after that you never loved again no ohit was a waste of time, hearts are for pumping blood’til you found that one that smiled backyou thought you’d die alonenow you hold hands, now your mirror’s useless’cause what their eyes see is all you really needit’s not luck, love or coinicidence that found youit’s what’s meant to be