Don't love me for the way I look.
Don't love my pretty hair.
Don't love me for my eyes.
Not for the clothes I wear.
Don't love me for the way I sound.
Don't love me for my laugh.
Don't love my sense of humor.
Of me, you'd love just half.
Because my hair will all fall out.
And my beauty will fade away.
My body will not stay the same.
And I might run out of things to say.
Love me with my wrinkles.
Love me for being ME.
Love me for who I am, not for what you see.