Perfect
Windy day's of hopeful passion
Mom it's not a phase, just the latest fashion
These days they brings us
New breaths of fresh air
From lips so sweet that
They do not care
Nights so dark that we can not see
Can you be all you can be
Am i perfect yet each day like a new regret
Your bar's to high to reach and you all ways want to preach to me
To me
These days they brings us
New breaths of fresh air
From lips so sweet that
They do not care
Nights so dark that we can not see
Can you be all you can be
Writer/s: The Social Set
