I’m not perfect.
Paint can stain my skin,
I can be pretty unclean,
I can be a little mean,
I can be hysterical,
I can be unreasonable,
I can be the most undiscernable picture in your memory,
But I can be the most colorful one.
I can be the handful of problems,
The spoonful of magic,
I can be sinisteric,
I can be demonic,
But if you’d ask me to change for you,
Even if you’ll love me once I do,
No, I won’t ever change for you.
Because you should love me the way I am,
You should be the water to take the stain off my skin,
You should be the rug to get me clean,
You should be perfect to fit my imperfections.
