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Blood stains on the bed,

coughed up from the night before.

She left him there for the dead,

cause she closed the door.



He cried to her all night.

Wait for me, I'm almost there,

but something isn't right

you don't seem to care.

So he screamed...



I am not perfect!!!

What do you want from me?!!

I can't be perfect!!!

Why do you make me weep?!!



The days went on,

and the hours go by.

These days seem so long

when he wonders why...



I am not perfect!!!

What did she do to me?!!

I'll never be perfect!!!

Is she too blind to see?!!



As he wanders on his way

through this path that we call life.

Stumbling and falling away,

giving up, he wants to die.

Holding his fate in a knife,

screaming why God why!!!



I am not perfect,

and I can not see!!!

I can't be perfect!!!

Why won't you help me?!!

I'll never be perfect

cause I'm too blind to see!!!

Show me the truth Lord,

and you'll be followed by me!!!



I am not perfect...

never will I be...

I can't be perfect...

but now through you, I see...