i wish you we're mine although we always make mistakes . i mean , i always make mistake . did you know how much i miss you ? yeah , i really miss you . friends and especially you ex boyfriend . i think you might be laughing right now and said *I TOLD YOU SO* yeah , i'm stubborn , selfish .
yeah , i know . i know it all along . i always wanted the perfect thing for me . but i don't realize , i don't give a fucking perfect thing for everybody . that's what we call selfish . when you mad at me , you always said bad things . all the four letter word . yeah , i deserve it . you deserve to fuck my attitude . now i realize all of it . even though you're not by my side . you always with me when i need you *sometime , and i had no idea for whom i dedicated that passage-.-*
i hope this lyrics from Pink (fucking perfect) can make you chill and remember that i still need you . thanks for everything everybody . i will , i will change :) help me . thank you .
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, Misplaced, Misunderstood
Miss knowing it’s all good
It didnt slow me down
Mistaking
Always second guessing
Underestimating
Look I’m still around
Pretty, pretty please
Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fucking perfect to me
You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead
So complicated
Look how we all make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough
I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I’ve seen you do the same
Oh
Pretty, pretty please
Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fucking perfect to me
The whole worlds scared
So I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking
Is an ice cold beer
So cool in line
And we try, try, try
But we try too hard
And it’s a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics
Cause they’re everywhere
They don’t like my jeans
They don’t get my hair
Exchange ourselves
And we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?
Yeeeeaaaahhh
Oooooooh
Oh baby pretty please
Pretty, pretty please
Dont you ever feel
Like you’re less than
Fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fucking perfect to me
You’re perfect, you’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re fucking perfect to me
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