I’m not a perfect person
I’m not a saint, immaculate or sinless
And every bit of wrong I’ve done
I feel bad chipped away at me
Not sure if it’s on my soul, on my skin or in future me
But I am not whole and I am broken
Cracked and imperfect
I have my defeats and faults
But I hope y\ou can love this kind of person
I hope you can accept this partial soul
I don’t know how far I’m gone
But when the day comes
And my true colors show that I’m not whole
I hope you know
I love you
With whatever I have left