the sun is beautiful streaming through this window
but there are words that go unspoken
and i don't mind so much as you do
some things are just a little bit harder
and some things need time to heal
and you don't care so much as i do
i guess the sun comes out for a reason
just like how the rain has a purpose - 
wash me clean
i'm getting sick of impurities
no, no one is perfect
but there's too much imperfection in me
i have enough for the both of us
as if you would ever notice
and the skin spends time itching
i cringe and i am crippled
sometimes this sun is blinding
there's too much in this for you
i don't have the strength for it all
though capability is lost, i go on unconquered
these clouds are taking over
i see in black and white
in you, too much perfection, it's this non-existing light
i'd like to pretend it's fine
sure, i'd like to believe it's perfect
and i really wish this didn't hurt so much
that's why "love" is a dangerous word