I've been thinking of you lately,
How there used to be a "we,"
Kind of funny how I used to think
That we were meant to be.
It's been said, you can see,
"In your beauty, your grace,"
That I find myself envying
Your beautiful face.
There are aspects I see,
That other cannot,
You have what I lack,
And yes, that's a lot.
Yet I cannot help
But to fear you will see,
That I envy your everything
And wish you were me.
Hm, better yet,
I wish I was you.
So close to perfection;
I wanna be perfect too.
But, I am not even close
To your level of awes,
For I am imperfect,
With such obvious flaws.
Oh, Mystery Woman,
I admire you from a far,
Wishing I was just like you
On each single star.
But please, mystery woman,
Don't take what I possess;
My lover, my hopes,
And this I must stress.
You're taking from me,
What I worked so hard to gain.
Please, mystery woman,
Stop causing this pain.
