"Her"
I was always told you can't buy into the fantasy
So I decided to just rent it for a while
Because my mind was a mental canvas
And her beauty was the inspiration painting a vivid mental picture of the future we could have together
But she never saw herself that way
She was never told that she was worth the world
That everyday without her in my life feels empty
That when I am with her everything feels right
She feels like the weight of the world is on her shoulders
But it was that pressure that turned her from the coal she thought she was
To the diamond she is today
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