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