Perfect
I know I’m not perfect
I’m not what you want me to be
I’m not pretty or smart
I’m just me
But I don’t mind
Being seen as what I’m not
The words cannot hurt me
My heart can’t be bought
I'll sit here forever
Just so you’ll see
You can never break me
I always fight not flee
So give me two seconds
And I’ll show you the way
That our views are not set in stone
But rather in clay
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