I’m not perfect. I’m not perfect. I’m not perfect.
Falling a thousand feet per second, you still take me by surprise
I just know we can’t be over, I can see it in your eyes
Making every kind of silence, takes a lot to realize
It’s worse to finish than to start all over and never let it lie
And as long as I can feel you holding on
I won’t fall, even if you said I was wrong
I know that..
I’m not perfect, but I keep trying
‘Cause that’s what I said I would do from the start
I’m not alive if I’m lonely, so please. don’t leave.
it doesn’t need to be said that i’m not perfect, but i don’t want to sound like i am trying to be. i have the biggest freak outs, multiple ones daily, i can get mean. i procrastinate worse than anyone i’ve ever met. i recently gave up on my perfect vision and accepted that half the world was a blur, now my face feels blocked. ok, four-eyes. i may skip church to catch up on sleep. i can admit to any mistakes i have made, and the best part is my family knows them all too so i no longer feel like i have to hide any sweet little detail about my life. now isn’t that true perfection? accepting what i have wrong, and loving myself for it anyway. and if someone is important to me they will love me for it too. i just wish i had realized this sooner. this is the end of me talking about this starting now.
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