Painting Her Portrait

What a fool I have been to wonder
 If he might have a care for me
 How insane the thought that you
 Could be to him dear in any way
 That a more absurd young girl has lived
 I doubt that you could say!
 You, a favorite of Mr. Rochester?
 Gifted with the power?
 Your logic's fading by the hour
 And to no avail, Jane!
 Poor, blind puppy!
 Had to go on dreaming
 Had to try to give your life some meaning
 Still you fail, Jane!
 How dare you think there's a place
 In his heart for you?
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 I'm painting my portrait
 An absolute likeness
 Faithful to illustrate
 Every fine line
 I'm mastering detail
 Highlighting defects
 Making a permanent mirror to see
 All of the faults that lie hidden in me
 I'm painting my portrait
 It's plain and uneven
 Reminding me what I am
 What I must be
 I'm leaving out nothing
 No matter how painful
 All of my flaws on display to be seen
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 Now my painting is done
 I'll start another
 This one of her
 And when I close my eyes
 I clearly see her face
 Capture her grace and poise
 Fight back the tears and I'm
 Painting her portrait
 An absolute likeness
 The loveliest face
 The most delicate skin
 A tribute to beauty
 The perfect Miss Ingram
 Omit neither diamond ring
 Nor golden rose
 Make her a lady of rank
 Glistening satin
 Oh, how she glows
 Mix in your finest tints
 Paint her dramatically
 With all your sweetest hues
 Sit here fanatically
 Painting our portraits
 This one will live
 All of her life as a governess
 Just a lonely governess
 This one will always be happy
 And marry a man who will carry her away
 And should you fancy
 That he really loves you
 Just compare the pictures
 Two completely different mixtures
 You should be ashamed, Jane
 Why would he trade his silver
 For some unpolished metal?
 Why would he settle for a slave
 When he could have a queen?
 Jane, it's foreseen, Jane!
 Don't even dare anymore
 To compare
 Say a prayer
 For your sorry soul
 Jane!