Won't pretend I am perfect, in fact I am a brilliant mess.
I hear in the darkest sky you find the brights stars.
I shine bright like a diamond perfectly imperfect.
Sure have not made all good choices but I don't know a soul who has.
Things I've set a blaze are your opinon of me.
Your lies about me they are yours to keep not mine to rectify.
The picture you've painted in you head can not be mine,
So I gathered them all up, lit a match and watch them burn.
Yes, I lost some things in the fire.
As long as one of them was you dam sure made it so worth it.

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