November Rain

There's something in the way you move
I can't keep my mind off of you
Your baby blue eyes, like diamonds and skies
There's something in the way you move
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
The world must look ugly ever since your heart grew colder
And since the return of the lovers you've earned
You've never been of the same self-esteem

Girl I'm jealous, not of what you have become,
But of what you've destroyed along the way

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When did life become so real?
When did you become the one who decides the way I feel?
Your lack of self-control is rather detrimental
To the causes you're affecting with your hips
The fine print on your heart reads "to love or die"
So why am I at the bottom of that list?

I'm laying myself out in the open and you're the coroner
You interpret every heartbeat as a meaning every scar a story every cut another sign
With the precision that you cut me down I'm lucky to be alive.