I suppose I could grow five inches taller. I could shrink two inches thinner. I could even make my hair three shades lighter. Would that make you like me four degrees more?
Or maybe I could climb one more mountain, swim one more ocean, run one more mile. I could write one more song, save one more life, cook one more meal. I could change just once more, would things between us change?
But we both know the secret you've never kept, but I've refused to believe.
I can change a thousand ways a thousand times, and you'd remain unchanged. All those times before I even tried to earn your love, you loved me. And even past all the times I'll try to do more, change more, save more, it won't make you love me more. I think I love that, and hopefully I won't try to change it.
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