My heart might be a little overexposed
And I might have added to the drama
Your like a Norman in the dead of night
Glaring bright through your halo
Sometimes, I dream of reconciliation
When I wake, I’m instantly concerned
The only fear I have is of loosing you
Not to anyone other than myself
Somedays, it seems like your just glass glare
And you know I’m no good at imperfection
Other times, you’re a little too perfect
But, of course, that’s my opinion
I seem to be getting much, much better
At picking out your insignificant flaws
Not because I need you to know
I do it for personal realization
Sometimes, it seems like we are trapped
Inside the canvas hanging on the wall
Stuck pretending like we were then
When you could actually be you
I guess lessons are learned eventually
It might take you and I forever
We will have to compromise somewhere
Though I’m sure you are not capable
Let me snap this last shot just to see
A fake smile, you’re hurting eyes
That’s exactly what I need to see
Through the lens of this camera.

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