Look at me, I am flawed.
I don't have perfect rows of pearly white teeth
They're stained a bit yellow even thou I brush every day.
My body isn't all too great either
I don't have a six pack and my chest is flat, I let it be.
My voice sure as hell isn't going to make you swoon
It's raspy and out of tune and my singing might kill you.
What I am saying is, I am not perfect but love me anyway.

My mind is rather dirty, it sees and imagines a lot
I can't control it but I promise I am very loyal.
My heart is riddled with fear, pain, and suffering
Yet I'm still willing to love and trust, I'm actually very eager
So please don't take my senile narcism as reject. I'm projecting.
I...