Perfection comes when there are flaws
I need to but I don't want to conform
My heart is heavy and it is weary
It's alright to have sand in my eyes
I promise I'll wipe that look from yours
We don't talk behind closed doors
Forgive me, Perfect
I am half-way thru in my empty my mind
Plays a repeating xylophone
Of a sad song
About all the thing gone wrong
Life's putting me on hold
Spiralling into a black hole
Excuse me but I need to taste in the dark
So what I see won't cloud me
Not anymore
Forgive me Perfect.
Please hold on.
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