We're all fucking bastards,
in this world we seek perfection,
and we won't accept nothing less than.
Perfection in our eyes,
Could be beauty in disguise,
It could just be whats inside,
It could be someone with our own faults,
But the ones we love will never be enough.
We all expect too much of each other,
Thats why no one finds their perfect partner,
Maybe they find their perfect lover,
But isn't sex just a starter?
Theres so much better,
So much deeper,
Yes we always choose the nicest fuck,
But in that wheres the love?
Do we all give up on perfection so easily?
Because I know he could love me,
But he only seems to fuck me,
whys it all so complicated,
I know I'm not perfect but I am vindicated,
Nothing gone wrong with us has been my fault,
Thats because I think I'm perfect and look for my equal.
But are we really perfect? |
