I'm Not Perfect


I don't care anymore.

What's done is dead and gone.

Even after you've hurt me, it doesn't mean hate you.

How could I hate you? After all,

all you ever did was love. 

You couldn't be less in the wrong.

I know that I'm the problem

It always has been me.

Now can't you see, see what I see?

The only hope I have

is the one I found in thee.


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