

Practically ImperfectI have holes in my heart that is how it pumps blood, like the ones in my sink so my house does not flood.Practically Imperfect
There's a smile on my face though there's plaque on my teeth, though my skin has it's scars you will find none beneath.
There's a twitch in my hand there's no shine in my hair, there's a leak in my eye with no need for repair.
So call me imperfect and I will smile and say, that the brightest of stars only shine half the day.
I have holes in my heart, that is why I don't die, like the ones in my sink, &nbs


My SecretsThere's so much you'll never know- like how every time you go- is another time that I wish you were here.My Secrets
Or how even in a crowd- all the voices all so loud- your voice is the only one that I can hear.
How you're always on my mind- every thought of every kind- every waking moment I'm spending in dreams-
How time's better when we share- or how much you make me care- how this truth is too good to be true it seems.
There's so much you'll never see- like how much you mean to me- or that you're the greatest treasure I could find. &


UnthinkableI thought that it was over and I thought this was the end and I never thought of thinking of what I couldn't comprehend.Unthinkable
I thought that I was thinking and I thought that I was right and I never thought of thinking with you at my side at night.
I thought you did not love me and I thought I did not care and I never thought of thinking you'd be in my arms right there.
I thought it'd never happen and I thought it never could and I never thought of thinking about if it ever would.
I thought it did not matter and I thoug


The love of the gameIt's a risk to play with fire, while walking on thin ice; there's no prize for counting stars, but still, I've done it twice.The love of the game
I'm looking for the answer, my blind spot is your soul; this search is quite the gamble, so let's let the dice roll.
Always planing my next move, always two steps ahead; trying to learn your heartstrings, yes each and every thread.
Peeling away the petals, she loves me, loves me not; now I've run out of flowers, but that's not all I've got.
The end of the beginning, has only just begun; &nbs
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