We,
We the perfect people.
Who can't admit our wrongs?
We so perfect that we can't admit it.
We're too perfect.
Well, according to us.
Like controversial celebrities and entertainers hiding behind publicists.
Intimidated to admit to things they done.
Or did.
We're the perfect folks.
To others, we a honest joke.
We know things we should apologize for.
Who too?
And exactly why?
We know the harm we done.
And to who?
But we're too perfect to accept facts of life.
And that we're not so perfect.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
We,
We the perfect people.
Who can't admit our wrongs?
We so perfect that we can't admit it.
We're too perfect.
Well, according to us.
Like controversial celebrities and entertainers hiding behind publicists.
Intimidated to admit to things they done.
Or did.
We're the perfect folks.
To others, we a honest joke.
We know things we should apologize for.
Who too?
And exactly why?
We know the harm we done.
And to who?
But we're too perfect to accept facts of life.
And that we're not so perfect.
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