Perfection is not real, it can’t be found
Like music, but then you can’t hear a sound
Like candles, it fades away
Like Mondays, they soon are yesterday
Like old bikes, they turn to rust
Like friendship, it’s soon to end soon no trust
Like money, it runs out
Like quietness, someone’s going to shout
Like nail polish, it’s coming off
Like a feather pillow, it’s soon to be soft
Like Santa, it’s only a myth
Like the 5, it’s turning to sixth
So, get the deal?
Perfection…it isn’t real

100% ::xoxo:: <33333333333