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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