The Reasons

I play my cards close to my chest
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And maybe that's a contradiction
But that's the way it's gotta be
Because
There's nothing sexy
About sympathy
And maybe that's dumb to say
But that's just the way
This merry goes round
I keep this wreckage out of sight
And underground
All the mechanical progress
Is really just going
Around and around
But hey....

You beat yourself black and blue
About all the ways
You wish you could be
You kick your self around
For all the imperfections
That only you see
But from where I stand
Everything that you hate
About the way you are
And all the mistakes
They're the reasons
They're the reasons
That you're beautiful to me