I could smile.
I could cry.
I could tear a wall.
I could burst into laughter.
I could hate you so deeply,
but I could forgive you
like it never happens.
I could be the quiet one
in a middle of a conversation
but I could be the louder one
when you start a conversation with me.
I could talk a little,
I could talk a million words.
I could sing terribly,
but I could sing beautifully.
I could notice the one thing
people will never notice.
I could forget things,
but I could remember things
that people won't remember.
I could be perfect,
but I never could be perfect.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
I could smile.
I could cry.
I could tear a wall.
I could burst into laughter.
I could hate you so deeply,
but I could forgive you
like it never happens.
I could be the quiet one
in a middle of a conversation
but I could be the louder one
when you start a conversation with me.
I could talk a little,
I could talk a million words.
I could sing terribly,
but I could sing beautifully.
I could notice the one thing
people will never notice.
I could forget things,
but I could remember things
that people won't remember.
I could be perfect,
but I never could be perfect.
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