Seeing You for Real

I wrote you a song that sounds the same. Every line, another love cliche.

Girl, you're perfect, I'll never let go. Just copy and

paste, watch the numbers grow. But then I met you,

and it hit my pride. You laughed at my lines, said,

"Nice try". You saw through my act, through my rehearsed appeal.

And that's when I started to feel something real. They sell love with filters and

fame. But I don't care if you fit the frame. You tripped,

you swore. You turned bright red. And I like that more than