A Beautiful Letdown

Why is it, that when I feel something
The other person feels nothing at all?
They never seem to think of me as my friends do,
Beautiful.

Can't he just look past my flaws
And actually see what's underneath?
Ya know, look past the dork that I am,
And see what my friends see,
Beauty.

That's what I see when I look at you.
Maybe not in the same context, hun
But the same idea all the same.
To me you look:
Beautiful.

But it's never the same,
Never the same anyway,
You don't feel like I do,
You don't see me as I do.
How I see this:
A Beautiful Letdown.