We fight wars every day together,
sympathy on the kitchen floor.
I was a disaster,
but you still found me charming,
called me your darling,
and I glowed under the light of your love.
Rising from the rawness of death,
finding a fresh start,
destructing until I was reconstructed as somebody new,
and I told you that I didn’t want to be pretty,
I just wanted to be your girl.
I didn’t want to live forever,
I just wanted to live inside your world.