Though I am, and forever shall be imperfect,
There is someone who takes those 'faulties'
And turns them into quirks.
Though I am, and forever shall be impossible,
There is someone who takes those 'quirks'
And turns them into fun.
Though I am, and forever shall be quiet
There is someone who takes that 'fun'
And turns it into a game.
Though I am, and forever shall be easily pleased
And eagerly smiles,
There is someone out there
Who accepts it all as a game.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
Though I am, and forever shall be imperfect,
There is someone who takes those 'faulties'
And turns them into quirks.
Though I am, and forever shall be impossible,
There is someone who takes those 'quirks'
And turns them into fun.
Though I am, and forever shall be quiet
There is someone who takes that 'fun'
And turns it into a game.
Though I am, and forever shall be easily pleased
And eagerly smiles,
There is someone out there
Who accepts it all as a game.
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