Imperfect

If nothing can break our heart
Why would we love
The days are totally naught
If hours could not wear off

What’s yours is yours and I have mine
Bind ourselves? We were born free
A cheek goes dim, another shines
To live, the leaves must leave the tree

Storms would wash away our steps
So we never find our way back
The past’s a saddle, reins, a whip
From hereon in it’s any track

Don’t look me in the eyes and see
Too white around, inside too black
Imperfect I will always be
If you can’t hurt me, don’t love me back