They say you are what you love,
So when i caught myself staring ,
In the mirror at my curves,
Under this skin, wondering who have i become.
Loving that blue bird, did it make me blue?
Loving that old song, did it make me old?
Loving those bright stars, did it make me bright?
Loving the sunsets, did that make me day or night?
But then i remembered all the things you do,
That blue bird, was first noticed by you,
That old song was the one you danced to.
The stars and the sunsets, i was with you.
I looked from the mirror to the sky above
Reliving those tiny moments that made me whole
And so when they say you are what you love
I found your imprints all over my soul.
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