How Will He Find Me by Weepies
If I don't stand out like a star among the moons.
If I'm always late and he always backs away too soon.
I walk the world with a skin so thin,
I can wear no adequate protection,
everything comes crashing in.
If I'm too wide open for this place,
but not enough for him to recognize my face.
How will he find me
with no one's arms to gather me together?
How will he find me?
Only held by gravity, faded with uncertainty,
no longer young and not that pretty,
how will he ever find me?
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