She is perfect.
Flawless.
Not like me.
She's able to give you the world.
Every bit of it.
I'm sorry I can't.
I can, however, give you every piece of me.
I'll let you break every inch of my heart.
Over and over again.
She would never annoy you.
She is everything you need.
She has the time.
So do I.
But you can't see that.
God. She's so perfect.
And I'm just.....
Well I'm just a girl.
Caught up in the idea of us.