There's something about your eyes thats making me fall for you
As I investigate further
It's Chanel eyeliner around that blue
The blue is the color of your eyes
That blue is the color of you
But as I wipe a tear from your eye
I realize that you wear contacts too
I run my fingers through your hair
And it comes out in my hands
You smile that perfect smile
You're not that bad with it short in the end
Your eyelashes brush my cheek
But the glue gets stuck to me
Without that makeup on
I guess you're kinda pretty
Knowing you're all caked up
At least you're kindof sweet
But I've never gotten to know
Your personality
You can call me a liar
Or envious
With hate
But the words you hear next
Are coming from a heart
Not as fake
The girl in the mirror is happy
As are few
Because I'm glad I'm not gorgeous
That way I can be other stuff too.
