Sometimes it Burns how physically alone I feel.
Have you ever looked at a picture and thought
Is this how you see me?
What do you see when you look at me? You look at me with bright eyes almost like I’m not real. Am I your ghost?
You look at me like I’m beautiful, but not in looks, clothes, or makeup. It’s like you see into me. You see something I can’t.
Paint me a picture of how you see me. Won’t you paint me a picture?
The reflection in the mirror is the not the same one in your eyes.
Could you please paint me a picture? Maybe then I’d see. Maybe then I’d believe.
Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life
This is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy