anekko

Perfection. A nine-letter lie. We all know it's impossible, So why do we try? Mistake. A seven-letter promise. You always blamed me for them, An attack at my confidence; you never miss. Distance. Eight letters, a sad thing. Avoid this at all costs! My heart jumps when you make my phone ring. Happiness. A necessity to life. For some reason, when you experience it, Your back gets hit with a knife. Living. We do it every day. Everything'll be fine, don't you fret. I've nothing left to say.