i tried to be perfect,
i tried to do all that i could,
but i'm not a perfect person,
i just miss the person,
i miss that big part of me,
that part that completed me,
i'm not a perfect person,
though i tried to be,
trying to be the person that i now have to be,
the person who walks alone in an empty city,
the person who has to go on without you,
i tried to be perfect,
but in the end was it really worth it,
all the fights, all the tears, all the i'm sorry's,
all the empty words and promises,
all i can say is i tried to be perfect,
and in more than one way it was so worth it....
(thanks for everything...especially the memories)