Perfect
she sits alone in the falling snow
and watches the silent world
the happy couples laughing
because they found someone
the pain fills her up
and leaves her empty again
and she's felt the worst feeling
of being unloved and having no one
and she knows she's become
just another insignificant other
her hair so fair, wet in the moonlight
and her eyes so clear looking out
so clear you can see right through them
the hurt, the pain, the fear
she takes a pull off the bottle
and a drag from her cigarette
and she tells you she's ok
but everyone says she's going to die
they ask "are you doing ok?"
but they don't want the real reply
she looks at the snowflakes falling
wishes she was one of them
she figures it's ok, she's the same
everyone loves her for the beauty
and hates her for the things she ruins
the summer sun, summer days, summer loves
the fleeting sweetness of emotion
while the tears fall down
so clear you can see right through them
the hurt, the pain, the fear
but she tells you she's ok
is she convincing you?
or is she doubting herself?
because her feelings are too twisted
she says she's doing fine
but then she closes her eyes and wonders
if it's just the wine
you can see inside her soul
and you can tell it's empty
because that's what happens to a person
when they give it all
and then they're left to fall
she's been stumbling along
and wonders if it ends
no love, no friends
but then you look again
and you can see
that everything you want
is everthing she can be
you just gotta extend your hand, your heart
and one day she'll shine
you know that's the key
and she's perfect to me
perfect to me
(12-2-02)
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