Well you think your perfect
and you just might be
but all that is thanks to me
Everyone makes mistakes
Yes I guess we all make our share
but they tell me I abuse the privlege
I've already used my share
But it's not over
I think life has hardly begun, but in a blink it will soon be over
So let me take the blame for you, and take another mistake from your list to mine
The thing is you think your wonderful because you've never slipped or wronged
that might be true, or it could be a charade just pushing away the blame,
but I'd rather not be perfect,
for my beauty is in my mistakes
I have not yet drowned in tears, or been to weak to recover
I never plan to make a mistake,
but every yesterday I look at I seem to find another
I don't lie in mourning on what I have already done
what has happend is over
and I watch the sunset, and with it all my borrowed mistakes are gone
As I sit and watch them fade all I am left with is my own.
Cx Patterson