Tried suicide so many times, no thoughts left of...
I had failed just the night before and I was tired...

You can say what you want to say,
But i know love doesn't work that way...

From perfection comes condemnation,
Despair is grown from commendation...

I started pinching myself,
Just crying so much about you...

Angelic eyes, gorgeous face,
Flawless lips, warm embrace...

I remember searching for perfection
Far and wide...

In June last year it happened so fast,
Everything turned for the best...

Dazed and confused, I shed light on the theme,
The perplexity of how this became...

It's sad that people like you are rare,
People who listen, people who care...

Given the chance to take in your grace,
I would see the beauty of maybe one spot...

No warm hands reaching out,
Only icy stares...

Fake me walked home on Thursday night,
And came straight through the door...