there's something about you
that always makes it all right
all the pain you cause; despite
i learn to look past it all
because you make me feel great
after a while one cant help but get
restless; tired. without relief.
it hurts a lot, physically
mentally I'm already damaged.
borderline to least.
that's not spoken of often
but back to my point
my sharp, stabbing, painful, point.
of how you can do everything you please
but i guess you expect me to always forgive you
because you're perfect
but one day.. you'll see
perfect doesn't exist..
but then again ... neither will i