[ m o n o l o g u e ]
and one'd think that maybe,
maybe, if i find that other half who's made for me
and i confess to him all my secrets, all my problems,
everything in my life that went wrong, all my dreams,
all my ambitions, all my of my soul,
he'd emphathize with me.
Then maybe that empathy will change into care,
then transform into love.
"But then he'd probably realize that you're broken.
And then he's find another girl, who's not broken.
He'd find another girl who is perfect, just like him
and maybe even better than him, but definitely,
definitely more whole than you are.
And he'd realize that she comes without problems,
and he can just love her for just being whole
and he'd leave you, imperfect and broken."
...but maybe, just maybe,
we could be imperfect together.