Painting pictures of broken pasts,
(putting one word over another) when colours never man, hopes and dreams in menageries, (never leaving a trace) now the shards fall on the ground,
with our hopes and with our minds, (take it because i'm sick) gluing our hope back together, only to break another day,
i am not who you thought i was, i don't even know who the fuck i am seeing, i saw your picutre in a photograph and that's where i thought i dwelt, in you, make me like it, make me like myself, we're so imperfect,
our struggles are imperfect, you'll never take it thought i know you'll try, you'll never take it all,(all these imperfect things) this is a statement, a statement of self-respect.
