When in relation to sleep I will happily do so,
while we weep at our stress, we also forget on our armrests.
It so touching to realize,
that I have been tendertized-
I have only myself to blame, and the others to watch:
I am imperfect.
but it does not matter.
I will write to my content, and wallow to my sow-
crying alone, and only happy... truly happy alone.
I am imperfect,
but I do not care,
you can stab with a knife and I would thank you,
I\'ll make you king.
And it so sad to see,
that I am imperfect right here,
It is so hard to feel,
I have nothing to blame but myself,
It\'s so sad to know,
I have tenderized myself,
It\'s so sad to see,
others do the same.
And,
while I grow,
my root will follow,
it so beautiful.
it\'s so down to earth, many will eat their dirt just to see;
but I need this,
I need to know.
relative to sleep I will happily do so,
while we mourn we will wake,
and it so beutifull,
enough to make us cry.
But,
I don\'t cry