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I tried to be perfect and hear you as true,

but how can i not regret when false is what you do,

who are you to end it? when never did we start,

end the friend bullshit and let this flight depart,

my room is so empty, thoughts fill every blank,

until the amount i think about one, walks the plank,

to take his chances in the shark infested sea,

cause past the sharks are the other fish in the sea,

what comes to be is a certain shocker,

i bottle up my pain and leave it in my hurt locker,

out of my knocker and into the air,

as out of failure i return to the bullship without a care,

sometimes if you have to try at perfection,

it's not worth it, immediately hand out rejection,

it's an infection to not think you are flawless,

took off my bottom jaw so nothing hits the floor, jawless.