The Imperfect me.

[nicki]

My life is never 'perfect',

In fact it never was,

wishing things were simpler,

thinking 'maybe its because...'.

I'm not a perfect person,

I know that as a fact,

but why keep reminding me?

The man should use some tact

If he looked in the mirror,

then maybe he would see,

that we're not that much different,

the imperfect him and me.

My heart was shattered long ago,

my head is in a mess,

I cower from the conflict,

I'm a pacifist I guess.

No I'm never perfect

but when I'm on parade,

the pride I have to swallow,

and put on a masquerade.

You'll never see me

with tears upon my face,

I'm just the family clown,

bringing laughter to the place.

I put people before me,

their problems help me forget

that I'm just a waste of space

to a man who regrets we met.