As I open my eyes,
Looking to the skies,
I begin to realize,
That I may not be the most handsome of all,
But I've got the gall to say that with this beautiful girl,
My life and her life shall be the most beautiful lives of all.
So I begin to think,
"What a beautiful life, with a beautiful girl,
Perhaps we'll make it in this imperfect world".
And today, at such a young age,
We live happily, showing to each other not a slight bit of rage.
So while I turn this page, consider the age.
"'Consider the age?' What's he trying to say?"
Well I suppose I should spell this out in a more definitive way.
Young love is often faked, and by many, rarely dreamed.
The old tend to say our feelings aren't to be believed.
But in the middle of this, we take a stand,
Every single day that we stand hand in hand.
So stand up to us, say to these faces, we're wrong.
It won't be she and I who fake feelings they say are prolonged.
We've got out futures set,
We don't care about the latest style,
For we shall remain together longer than "a while".