Someday I hope you're happy with your egotistical pictures of your fake laughter,
they're completely the quintessential image of you.
Are all those good times we've had together just make believe?
The sympathetic glances you gave me when I told you about my issues with him
turn into you rolling your eyes the second I turn my back,
but what you don't get is I love him because he's not like everyone else.
It could be Cameron Cook or Edward Cullen,
but as long as you have a boy who epitomizes perfect in your eyes
you can't fall in love with the person who's right there,
because you're too busy with god-like men you've never spoken to.
And just because he doesn't look like a model and only plays two instruments, well,
that doesn't mean he's not talented, and it doesn't mean he's not beautiful to me.
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