I'm flawed, damaged in all
Imperfections all through my spectrum.
I slowly yield to correction
I make mistakes, it seems my apologies are always a day too late. I love the wrong way probably because my heart isn't in the right place
Reshuffled it now it's upside down
It will take someone special to turn it all around
but I'm flawed
I'm not perfect
damaged in all.
Insecurities reveals my insensitivities of being let down
so hold me down like no other
Build me up like you suppose to lover
because I'm flawed....
By Robert Tillman
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