Everytime you come around
I fall in love again
It's a bad habit to get
Yourself into.
It's like you're perfection
and I'm a scar
Two separate entities
It's a wonder you talk to me
Looking at you seems sinful
Being near you and
Hearing your voice
They all seem wrong
I don't know, though
How perfection could
Be the wrong thing
But of course I wouldn't
I'm just a scar
Marring your perfect...
Everything
And I'm sorry.
I love you, perfect
And I can only hope
That you don't hate me
For scarring you