Imperfect

© January 18, 2002

You laugh I cringe
I know it's sin
I just can't win
I can only take you in small doses

You're growing
I'm hoping
Someday you'll be a friend
Until then I find you really annoying

If I say it's not important
Does that make you unimportant too?
We are the few
And everything I do shows you I don't love you

But I do.


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