I'm seen by most through rose tinted perception,
You seemed confident to the point that you would place bets
On your fantasy image of first love's perfection
So much as to get angry over a few cigarettes -
Well, I guess I'm not the girl you dreamed you met.
I tried my best. We talked deep into the night.
I did what I don't believe any other girl would do.
We kissed so hard, we should have seen it ending a fight
And I cried and hurt till my heart was black and blue
But you knew what you were getting yourself into.
Nothing would last longer than a few hours space;
You'd sooth me like a child once I'd been put back in my place.
Sobbing on your chest and I was sorry to stain the shirt,
Recoiling when you touched me like it physically hurt.
I'd be on edge for days until you sorted it all out,
It always is my problems and my fuss without a doubt.
I'd look to you for guidance and you liked that power,
Your laugh would make me nervous and the shouting made me cower.
Can you see these stories in my eyes or is it clouded by the tears?
Or does my body show scars of those fateful lost years?
See my vulnerability and see that you're the one.
You possess my heart and you're the fresh air in my lungs...
I tried to resolve those conflicts but I'd end up crying like a girl
Who's lover won't respond with what she needs to hear
We loved so deeply that it was clear rolled up issues would unfurl
And by the end of it all you made me want to disappear
But there was no way of hiding smudged tears.
I'm seen by most with a messed up and warped perception,
I didn't think you'd understand that I've only ever wanted respect
But you've got a twisted idea of how to show affection
And if you thought I'd be any different, that scenario is wrecked -
I guess I'm not the girl you dreamed you met.
