If you had a chance to change,
What is it you would rearrange?
Would you change a part of you?
Or would you change the world’s view?

Maybe your hair isn’t pretty enough.
Maybe your skin is a bit too rough.
Your eyes of blue don’t look so good—
That doesn’t not mean “Shed your blood.”

Perhaps you think that you’re too tall.
Or could it be that you’re too small?
Your stomach, you think, is a bit too big
So you aim to be as skinny as a twig.

That hair of yours is much too wild
And only right when on a child.
Your favourite clothes no longer fit,
And ‘cos of this your wrists are slit.

You want to change ‘cos you can’t see
You are full of inner and outer beauty.
No matter what you think and say,
No matter how much you ask me to go away.

You are so perfect the way you are
(Even though that is a tad bizarre).
My love for you still grows and grows,
But why am I the only one who knows?

There is nothing I want to change,
No part or piece I would exchange.
There is no piece I’d get rid of,
Every facet of you is one I love.

Change can be good, change can be bad
But either way you’ll end up mad.
You shouldn’t change the person you are,
The one I love, my shining star.