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imperfection
even if it's perfect, you will search to find a flaw
imperfect, as everyone is, better make them more aware
i've walked the mile, but all the while, i've been here all along
circling back to the beginning, all this hate has got me nowhere
you've got to look, got to find, what's keeping us inside
some things will never change, just as i'll never break the surface
dying words like a living death, can't escape this living hell
some things just never seem so certain
i live this role as an object, so novel, something to pass your time
move through, more or less, by being told what to do
and i always give in, when you're still wanting more
you can't stop pushing me through
and maybe i've been sick this whole time
although i know i'll never cure this
i keep on treading this path of crime
and maybe i've been so dead that i just can't live
although i know it's you who still controls me
i'm running out, because it's more than i can give
