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Perfect


A dead soul cries in empty eyes

a little girls dreams are never realised

take it day by day

mind furthest from play

you're body is the latest trend

don't defend somthing that was never worth it

was it really never worth it 

would it be to much to ask to be called perfect

there is no such thing

i want off this swing

your madder, i can't help but cling

your prologning hits me like a sting

at least we're about more then what's inbetween

but is it worth it

will i get there

the way you handle my.. to me isn't fair

let me speak up.. don't dare

two selfish people who never had much to share

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