I have tried to pick up
My pen and write.
How do I explain to you:
That I'm not better than the worst;
And I'm not a perfect gentleman.
Am I in love with being a sadist?
And this is the imperfect me?
I miss the days I spoke no word;
I miss the days I could release tear drops.
They still hate me;
But that is the imperfect me.
Funny world that is full of imperfections;
But expect perfection from the next man.
This funny world ignores the perfect me,
And judges the imperfect me.
And I don't even judge this world oh!