& all your friends telling you stories that you often misinterpret and taint all the images of yo Mr Perfect

I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

I have an urge to communicate. I think I'm a change from what it would be like dating a normal guy who doesn't talk too much.

I was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection

How did I end up right here wit you after all the things that I been through. It's been one of those days you try and forget about take a shot and let it out.

Never forgetting from where I came and no matter where I'm headed I promise to stay the same

The hardest thing about the business is minding your own