What will I look like when my heart will wrinkle?
When in my eyes will die the love and sprinkle
When I will be too freaking bitter
To look at my self in the mirror
When all that matters to me will suddenly be unreal
When like a crumpled up piece of paper they’ll make me feel
Will I still be pretty?
Will I still be here?
Will I still be witty?
Will you still stay near?