I know she wasn't perfect.
But she was.

She was perfect,
to me and I didn't want
to have to wonder if
it was all her fault.

I don't want to be eaten up
by the thought of always thinking
so I'd rather blame everything on me.

I'd **** me to wander
into a thin line of whether
it was genuine or if
it was all sheer pretense.

I swore to her before that
I love her like I love
all the things she wants to
and doesn't wants to show.

I promised to her before that
I love her like I love
all the things she can
and she can't give.

I'm not perfect but I'm alright,
I didn't wanted it to be perfect,
It's not perfect but it's alright,
I just needed it to be real.

It was real perfect before
when she loved me.
That's right loved.
All in the past tense.