And who’s to say I’m not perfect?
What are you to know I’m not?
Say, I feel mad, Say, I feel anger
Why,some soul mate I turn out to be
Be unapproving, few cracks on a mirror
And my hands are *****
Are yours too?
oh, how jealousy becomes of me
yet, I am perfect, yet I am right
Yet do not feel fine.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
And who’s to say I’m not perfect?
What are you to know I’m not?
Say, I feel mad, Say, I feel anger
Why,some soul mate I turn out to be
Be unapproving, few cracks on a mirror
And my hands are *****
Are yours too?
oh, how jealousy becomes of me
yet, I am perfect, yet I am right
Yet do not feel fine.
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