I've decided this long ago,
that I will take you the way you are,
that every flaw is a friction of perfectness,
that every dark will comfort us,
if we have each other.
then you said you were happy
and I took nothing, not once, for granted
every meals, every movies, every songs
one by one went by
and I thought I was happy
when did I lose your hand I've never noticed
but when I sat all alone, my thought wandered
I didn't want you anymore, not like this.
You're unperfect, that's okay by me
but you made me a stranger to myself, that I couldn't take
I guess the magic has lost.
or that was just how life goes by.
I had a lot for you once
now, there were none.