Imperfections

Trying to feel love
But feeling pain
In the world of perfection
The thorn is the same

Smiles on the web
Tears when I’m doomed
How do I see when there’s mist in the room?

We are connected by these lying demons
We make no sense when we dry our tears
How could it be if we talked about the truth?
Is this so bittersweet?

Imperfections

Can you feel sorry?
Can you feel loose?
There are no shades in the rock bottom

Covering rage
Covering hate
How do you live in this perfect place?

We are connected by these lying demons
We make no sense when we dry our tears
How could it be if we talked about the truth?
Is this so bittersweet?

Imperfections