P-e-r-f-e-c-t, just a baloney in my dictionary
P-r-o-u-d, How do you spell it?
I’m not a trash, but can you see how weakness aline around my history?
I just a different, however seems i’m too naive
Or maybe in their eyes, fail is visible lone
But my blood still and keep rattle
Cause i know..
I know there is still a hand which believe me
Whatever i am, my nails, my disease, my sins, my black and my white
I hope there is nothing stain on her senses..
At least she can hear my heart spell her name