Written by Liberty Herring & Jeff Spalding I've been thinking that I'm not perfect enough for you And we never seem to be enough for ourselves Even when I seem to be able to believe You faulter me through your stained ice And, burning, I can see right through you To who you really were But now I've changed that Because who you were is not who I am I cut myself apart long ago With pieces sharp enough to reflect anew Sharp enough to reflect your face as it wept tears into my mouth And how sweet those salt spheres tasted If I could only taste you again xxxx
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