Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That’s alright.
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss “no way it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken, Always second guessing
Underestimated; Look, I’m still around.

Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You’re so perfect to me.

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Posted on Thursday, March 10th, 2011 in Blogosphere, Cheerio thinks a lot, Love Songs & Poetry, Melbourne, Personal Writing Masterpieces, Youtube. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.