Perfect
Perfect
All I ever wanted
Was to be a perfect creation
With no error, no erasing
Just as cent percent perfect being...
A heart which you could search
Inside and outside worth,
Which required no alteration,
Just me a perfect being...
Whom everyone keeps searching
On search engines and pages
But when there's one
They don't realize it's here still...
The more we get
The more we fell something missing
No one else to compare
You're perfect, he's saying...
And then, all I have to see
Is a perfect thing in me
I hope that one day you realize
How perfect I am being...