It's Cause You Chose Me

How come you chose me & if the world allowed you a redo, would 

you make the same decision all over again?

I look in the mirror & Cannot see what you see.

It's not that I refuse the mirror that you hold up to me, 

but looking into it is a different story.

I look in & try to find the facts that I'm not so sure is true, 

the ones that are so easily spotted in everyone else's view of me, and I don't see any.

I still feel blind, pulling the mirror in closer, trying to get as many angles all at once as I can, 

so I can see myself more fully, so I can hopefully spot something, show you & by doing so, 

maybe you'd let me down faster than you would if you found it yourself.

How come you chose me & if the world allowed you a redo, would you 

make the same decision all over again?

I try to ask myself the same questions, finding myself with the same responses.

It's cause you chose me.