Life isn't perfect
you were my heaven
you were my hope
you were my desire
now how do I cope
you were my rhyme
you were my reason
how do I live
when I'm marked with treason
but nothing
nothing and no one
is perfect
and when it comes down to it
the only thing left is life
but then you killed me
my heart turned to black
I'm now slowly dying
I'm tied to the tracks
but life isn't perfect
and love is a surprise
whoever said it was easy
that it wouldn't be hard
so now that it's over
I'm writing my past
I'm walking down
this life long path
I'm reviewing my mistakes
looking overe all my lies
and all that's left to say
this is life
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