(Verse)
I prefer her early in the morning
no make-up on her face.
When there’s sleep in her eyes
and nothing to hide the grace.
Her natural beauty is something she doesn’t see,
30 minutes in the mirror
Covering up for me.
She’d rather listen to magazines and tv
than to the man that loves her unconditionally.
I tell her
everyday that she’s beautiful,
she doesn’t hear,
She smiles
and the news travels from ear to ear,
she doesn’t hear my message as sincere
so in fear
she makes her face perfectly clear.
Her freckles are gone,
Disconsolate thoughts carry on
You see them as scars,
I see them as stars.
Venus and mars
floating in space
My judging creates a wall,
you tell me you need space to breathe
and tell me you wont leave
but say it’s either me
or your version of me,
Accept me for who I am
Respect is free.

(Chorus)
She’s more than he thinks
She’ll call him tomorrow
With thoughts on the brink
Descriptive in sorrow X2

(Verse)
The very thing you bemoan
is what caught your eyes
My freckles were disguised
And I’m sure you said
I was beautiful then,
In 2010
So what changed?
My allure?
It’s strange now you’re more
capricious
of my features
than before
So words you ignore.
memories are indelible
I’m forever sore
These scars are not stars
they’re far from it.
They remind me of the years
running home to vomit
my pain away,
Hannah and Faye
played dot to dot on my face
with permanent markers.
All I could hear
Was laughter
Whilst trapped in a toilet
I just wanted to scarper.
Day after day,
the exact the same routine
so please don’t talk to me
about magazines
and how I’m influenced
and that it seems
I’m a sheep to societal dreams
I’m more than that.

(Chorus)
She’s more than he thinks
She’ll call him tomorrow
With thoughts on the brink
Descriptive in sorrow X2