Today I decided that there are many different definitions of perfection and that perfection is an opinion.
Also I realized that to someone out there... somewhere.. I am the definition of perfection.
There is also a boy that I like. I like him a lot. <3
And this time.. I'm not going to replace my identity with his.
If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.
And all this time, oblivious
to what you make so obvious
I can't believe I never noticed my heart before
<3
Stassney
Also I realized that to someone out there... somewhere.. I am the definition of perfection.
There is also a boy that I like. I like him a lot. <3
And this time.. I'm not going to replace my identity with his.
If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.
And all this time, oblivious
to what you make so obvious
I can't believe I never noticed my heart before
<3
Stassney
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You are a sweetheart.
Of course, you've just opened the door for me to post the following lyrics
I'm a perfectionist, and perfect is a skinned knee -Midlife Crisis, Faith No More