There ain’t nothing stronger than a broken back,
Except crooked teeth in a cracked smile.
The hardest fights are the ones simply lost,
Which bring death for a while.
I lost the battle months ago.
When I thought I was able to win,
They took me down with sickness and sorrow,
I got up, defeated ag’in.
People think perfect ain’t a real thing,
But they got the idea wrong, you know.
Perfect ain’t the impossible possibility,
Of changing the soul.
A perfect thing doesn’t have need to change,
Because it is what it is and ain’t what it’s not.
So when I lost, crying and torn,
I had forgotten why I fought.
I lost the battle to a stronger foe,
Many foes, better than me.
My try ain’t what broke it,
I lost it,
Because it wasn’t meant to be.
And that makes me flawless,
The fact that I couldn’t win.
To win I would change,
Not the same,
And that crack would be my sin.
Because I didn’t give,
I gave, to me.
The power to be.
One and only,
Strong and lonely,
Flawless in the way I live.