If you enjoy what you hear, a like and follow would be appreciated! ✨ ----------------------------- [instrumental] I’m not the picture you might expect, A perfect frame, a perfect me. I’m more like ink that smudges lines, A tangled thread, a mess that binds. I trip over words I didn’t mean, I hide behind a mask unseen. The cracks I try so hard to hide, Are where the light slips in, inside. [instrumental] I’m not the dream you think I’d be, I’m just a soul, trying to be free. Imperfect? Maybe, but still I stand, With all my flaws, I’ve made my plans. In all my cracks, there’s room to grow, To stumble, fall, then rise and show, That imperfection is the art, Of being real, and not apart. For imperfection lies the true heart.
