Mr. Perfectly Fine

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so many saw the rose but i found myself wanting to learn about your
thorns. needing to understand the parts of you that are always misunderstood.

      

                 
“mr. perfectly fine”
you may tell the greatest lies
and wear a brilliant disguise
but you can't escape the eyes of
the one who sees right through
the sardonic skies.

      

seems like the public took
the fun away but you see,
"mr. just little impaired"
our hearts are deceitful. when
it hurts, it keeps silent but since our body are honest we cry in physical pain.

         
             
so, why hide your weaknesses and pretend to be alright? endure all your  anguish when you can just pause for a while and scream out the agony
that troubles you inside?

               

"mr. just little unwell"
can you stop being pretentious?
you'd become somebody from
everyone else. you're trying to be
cool but you look like a fool to me.
so tell me, why make things
complicated and be this emo
anti-social?
          

oh!

         
"mr. perfectly disguised"
you're so pitiful. can't discreet
his own monsters. monsters that
have been robbed of all your
innocence. beasts that
made your living nonsense.

                
but...

        
“mr. who's afraid to look back”
how can't you see belle? her
eyes are always right at you and
never ever fails to notice the
loneliness in your soul.

              
can't you just be
"mr. change of heart?"
and finally learn to lean on me
when you're tired chasing
the clouds?
          

cause i'll not be tired telling you,
"it's all gonna be alright."

           
cause i can be
"ms. always right by your side"
when you'll be "mr. misery."
      

and i can be your
“ms. little angel”
when you'd become
“mr. casually cruel”

         

just... let me be the one who cuddle your sheets of imperfections. let me be the one who cares for that boy inside. then I'll sing ya' a lullaby to sweep the melancholy, boring into the depths of your masculinity.






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