Walk into my room,
It’s the same as it was two minutes ago
Dirty and unclean,
Not the way my mother wanted it to be
Sometimes I wish I was responsible
But then I can’t admit I’m not responsible
What if I were perfect
What if people, schoolmates would appreciate my
presence?
What if I wouldn’t scream in public?
Don’t give a damn about the price or brand
names
I always write all over my shoes, I never tie my
shoelace
Always feeling high, losing sense of time
Drunk off my imperfections, never feel
alright
What if I were perfect?
What if people, schoolmates appreciated my
presence?
What if I wouldn’t scream in public?
People change. Feelings Change. It doesn’t mean that the love once shared wasn’t true and real. It simply just means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart.
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