Perfect

Look at that girl
Perfect in every way
But I can pick a fault
Wich I must say

I must add, this fault
You can not see
And i guess
It's partly me

The girl you see
Before your eyes
sleeps at night
And rarely cries

Her skin is soft
Her hair is thick
Her eyes are stars
She makes me sick

But behind all that
Can you see
Shes the one
Thats killing me

Look at that girl
Perfect in every way
She's the reason
I died today