There is no such thing as perfect
I feel no butterflies
Unless they could hurt me
There isn't any, oh my god moments
I don't feel alright
Just a broken heart
If only it was only a skinned knee
Only skin falling apart and starting to bleed
Not physically me
Once you make me this way
How do I know it wont happen over again
Cuz thats what I believed with guy number one
An he too, wasn't very fun
With you I never held you
But you said you were mine
With you I never kissed you
But I heard you cry
With you it wasn't normal
We only talked on-line
Maybe thats why
We died
