Nobody is perfect.
The colors that define your face
A distant time, a distant place
You’re judging those you call your friends
With a broken bridge upon a mend
Find yourself in a past mistake
Gazing at reflections inside your lake
With imperfections you won’t see
Comes pain, rage, and jealousy
A stumble and a bitter taste
You ponder if it’s all a waste
You shut your eyes and close them tight
There is no black, turn to the light
Child, let me tell you something wise
Perhaps a key of grand surprise
There is no one complete inside
No reason that you have to hide
My heart for you is open wide
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