Les Miserables
Is beauty really both a blessing and a curse?
Does character really change all circumstances?
Maybe...
Thrown apart by principles,
The immaturity of it all..
Only time will tell.
Patience.
Determination.
Faith.
Slipping away.. slipping away...
The hurt's constantly there.
Or is it?
Your glance is of the world.
I am in it. Not of it.
Deal with it.