I would have traveled over every river, I'd of climbed every mountain I could see, just for you to be with me and for you to be happy with me I tested my courage once before, and yet I still am afraid of what fate has in store. I wanted you, if only you knew, because every time I saw you, my love only grew. And then I saw it, I saw what was true to be, and none of which was you and me. The shy ugly boy, crying in the corner, His heart was purer than gold, A true angel of trust. He was love, friendship, and kindness, everything you had never been. I had been judging a book by its cover. Not just any book, but a bestseller. With a fancy cover, but I had been imprisoned by my love of the cover. I found inside only evil, torn, pages that intended to hurt. But the old musty book that had no covering, was completely bare, had inside what no other had, it had not evil, nor had it had one thought, on hate shame or misery. I'm glad I have given up an evil dark magicked cup, and instead longed for the greater goblet, that seemed to have fallen straight from the heavens themselves.
Not actually happening IRL (She had a crush on a jerk and then saw how mean he was and she loved the ugly but beautiful on the inside boy who was crying because he was getting bullied) (jerk is the bestseller novel and the dark magicked cup, the boy is the old book no one has read in years and also the heavenly goblet)
