I'm not perfect but I'll survive
I'll stare at the eye of the tornado to give it another chance at love
I'll stand close to the fire cause maybe it doesn't want to burn alone
I'll touch the freaked out porcupine, maybe that will calm it down
I'll pet throns, nails, blades, knife, your hand, your hair, just to feel the hurt and the frown
I'm not perfect, but I'll survive
I don't make the best choices
but if you come to me sad, maybe I'll make tea
maybe later it falls on me and burns me and I'll still say sorry
maybe I will catch you, not like a falling ball, but like a running train, cause I like challenges
maybe I'll balance a pencil on my nose to make you giggle
I'm not perfect but I'll survive
I don't see things the way I need to
I see your troubles, as misunderstood consequences at most
mine, an open Pandoras box
or schrodingers, questioning the mere existence of my problems
I'm not perfect but I'll survive
I know this cause, after all
I've been doing everything for you
maybe, some day soon, I'll do some for me
and all the karmic bullshit about the world, will stand true
maybe I'll survive
maybe I'll survive, not being beside you.













