Oh, Imperfections
People desire too many corrections
I want to be happy, not this mad
I don't want you all to be so sad
But their twisting,
their turning only makes me sick
Nothing they say will ever click
I guess my mind still wanders
back to the girly things I used to ponder
Beauty, Pop, amazing love
the things that fit me like a glove
I pray!
that my guilt, my hate
Will someday be replaced
Imperfections,
Oh my imperfections
Maybe somehow I will win