I like the way I am. Standing there, crowded people. Just wanna see what I want to see. Hard, why should I do for your own.
Now, I'm here. Watching you, your smile, so bright. Did you forgot about me? I don't know how to call you.
Wasn't it strange? You asked me to be patient, I did. Were I alone? I think no. But who could I ask to tell.
Yes, you are there. Is he perfect? How about me? Okay, I agree. This is the way you see me. Isn't it funny ? You cried to be strong in front of him.
Okay, I can do nothing. Even tell I'm jealous. I can't.
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imPerfection
عشوائيJust words that you never imagine. Imperfection, darkness, and me.
