I recognize my every flaw.
Sometimes, I feel like hiding them
But I want to be accepted
Comfortably for who I am.

What you see is what you will get
Cause I can grow worse or better
Depending on how you would like
To respect me 'bout the latter.

Let's not try to perfect all things.
A little blemish is alright.
We aren't so bad if we just keep
These few things simple, clean, and bright.

Let's not focus much on the looks
Cause we both know our miseries.
We'll degrade sooner or later
So baby give me your worries.

What's important is how I try
To resolve things and not to hide
And to also keep a few flaws
That I'll take with me when I die.

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