Imperfect

Some things are better off forgotten We bury them in places that we really only visit by ourselves Oh you were a version like no other Oh they never tell you what to do when all you see is gone What's the sense in anything when what they say is wrong Oh what do you want to hear Do you know how many times I tore myself apart cuz you're not here Oh why do you want to know Does it make you feel alive I had to die to finally let you go Stop me I find myself believing A story gets rewritten so a blasphemy's permitted once again Oh and you were so perfectly imperfect Oh they never tell you what to do when all you have are lies What's the sense in anything It's just one more goodbye Oh what do you want to hear Do you know how many times I tore myself apart cuz you're not here Oh why do you want to know Does it make you feel alive I had to die to finally let you go Oh what do you want to hear Do you know how many times I tore myself apart cuz you're not here Oh why do you want to know Does it make you feel alive I had to die to finally let you go