I hate that there seems to be just one flaw.. one flaw.. that keeps us from being perfect.
A flaw that I find to be a big deal, but one that means nothing to you.
Just the natural order of things.
When we’re so close to perfection, is it even right for me to feel this way about it? Or should I just.. let it go?
Could I? When it just eats me up inside?
There has to be some sort of solution..
