When The Tricks Are Gone

When my pretty face withers, will you still kiss it? When my lips aren't rosy, will they still weave magic for you? Today, I have my looks and today, I am beautiful. No matter what anyone says, I know I am beautiful. One day soon, I won't have these looks anymore, my voice will crack and my eyes will reflect my sadness. There will be a day when no one will look twice at me and when that day comes, will you still be there? When the magic is gone, can you handle this broken heart? Today I play with their hearts but tomorrow, I'll be watching from the outside. Will you watch with me?