We’ll make it to the end; tough is just another word I don’t understand.
I built my own dream castles, made you my prince. Until the day judging me was the only thing left.
Never mind my love, I swallowed my pain.
Took me to cloud nine and let me have the free fall alone.
Lost my soul to you, is there any escape?
Concealed the distress over a made up smile, heads up lady, but how long?
Being myself isn't a priority anymore.
Listen close to what I don’t talk about,
Isn't that what you are meant to know?
But I let you go. I’ll let you free.
Whisper when I leave,
“Perfection is overrated.”
Love, that’s how a lady is supposed to be.
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