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Perfect

These steel bonds 

Tied to the table

Hold me down 

I can't move in any way

 

Their hearts all 

Black and cold inside

I watched them die

All throughout my life

 

Grew up with what

Was my idol

Now he's dead 

Leaving me dying inside

 

I dont know how much 

More I can take

Of this constant mental beating

You were wrong

 

I don't ever want to 

End up like you did

 

Cause I don't wanna live

Like my mother

I can't stand taking

And watching the sidelines

 

And I dont wanna live 

Like my father

I don't want to just

Give up before I die

 

I can't take this

Constant breaking down

Every turn I take

Is wrong in your eyes

 

When will I ever do 

Something right?

I'm sorry I have dreams.

I'm sorry yours have died

 

What this is saying

To my old dead idol

I'm sorry I can't be perfect

But at least I don't fake it

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Written by
bruno-joseph-orsi
Canadian
Published
Dec 1, 2010
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Bruno Joseph Orsi

December 1, 2010

Sorry I haven't written lately, haven't had the chance to sit down to write anything

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