30 Oct 2008
Perfect world
English, Frustration, Life, Love
The sky is brightening
the clouds are moving
the sun is burning with it’s orange rays
So what you see is what you get
a guy with no regret
I’m not ideal, I’m quite absurd
I’m just an imperfect guy
I rise above this perfect world
Tainted I am, living a lie
reserved by day, sham at place
deceit is my life
by night, sour turns the fruit
my short-lived sanity withers from within
I do not know how much longer
I can keep reaching, holding on
How can I be, when I hurt you so much
the one you can’t bare not to touch?
Must everything be such a pitiful mistake?