When I was 18, I met a boy named Harry
His eyes were so bright, they shined like a fairy
He bumped into me, completely unaware
And I became lost in his deep green stare.
When I was 19, I kissed a boy named Harry
His lips were so sweet and tasted like cherries
He said that he loved me, and proved it was true
Every time he said "The best part of me is you".
When I was 20, we both became stars
That's also when I discovered his scars
I promised him he would always be in my heart
And they gave me a girlfriend to keep us apart.
When I was 21, I seldom knew Harry
And his eyes and his smile had long since grown weary
He spoke these stiffled words on his body with ink
And he washed away his tears with too many drinks.
When I was 22, I didn't talk to Harry
He lived alone since I was forced to marry
His hurt still grew, but he hid it away
By smiling for the cameras day after day.
When I was 23, there was no more Harry
His emerald eyes ceased to shine like a fairy
He always did love me, I now know it's true
Because his last words to me were
"The best part of me is you".
