nobody s perfect, he is not either
nobody's perfect, he is not either.
He's many sins , he's done some misdeeds.
But late at night when my eyes are still open
he is in my thoughts , really deep.
I want to love him, I want to suffer
May be I am strange , I need feelings right now.
be very happy - it's so old-fashioned.
I wish to cry ,I wish to shout.
I want to write poems - that he is cruel,
that he has broken my poor heart.
But it's not true.
yes, he is not perfect ,
but it's a miracle - I'm understood.
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