People are imperfect
They're full of weaknesses
But they have their strengths too
Some just need to be discovered soon
Is it fair to leave just because of their imperfection?
No one is ever perfect right?
I still care about you
It's not easy for me to keep a distance still
People would say I'm wasting my time
But I've known you longer than other people do
And I still believe though
That there's still some spark
that can be reignited
Your words hurt me the deepest
But also, you're still growing up
I am still your frontal lobe,
am I?