I have to love you from over here,
because if I stand to close,
you'll hurt me again.

From here all I can see is the beautiful part of you,
the blues and greens,
eminating from your spirit.

I can't see the scars,
and the ignorance.
Or the hatred in your eyes.

Standing back here I can still hear you,
but I'm far enough away that,
I can turn around andmiss the bad things.

From over here I can still love you,
but up there - close,
you'll make me hate you.