To me flaws are as clear as day
Isn't much point in hiding them away
Heard it's supposed to be cold tonight
Freezing them til they crack isn't right
I happen to be desperate and so wrong
Search for a place where I really belong
Wander a path, can I make it straight?
Could if I hurry but I always hesitate
Trees and their leaves wither and change
Forest, without reason, begins to rearrange
To transform with is my aim
To my dismay, my flaws stay the same
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
To me flaws are as clear as day
Isn't much point in hiding them away
Heard it's supposed to be cold tonight
Freezing them til they crack isn't right
I happen to be desperate and so wrong
Search for a place where I really belong
Wander a path, can I make it straight?
Could if I hurry but I always hesitate
Trees and their leaves wither and change
Forest, without reason, begins to rearrange
To transform with is my aim
To my dismay, my flaws stay the same
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