“Imperfect (Original)” by Patches)
• Written by D_Patches
Theme: I've got issues, but there's good in them
Verse 1: I take longer to process things
Imperfect areas, causing hysteria
Start with what I hear, and the speed that it's carried up
Slower by a smidgen than letters from pigeons
But jokes aside, most would find, I work with what I'm given
It takes some hammering to get past the stammering
No need for dirty laundry when this defect is hampering
The process is slow, so some may say why fight it
To them I say to share the mind that's hiding behind it
To ensure my survival, to add allure on arrival,
I learned from mistakes, so I'm greeted by kind folk
To put it in black and white, my third eye has active sight
That aids me in spotting a bad time's acolyte
But as a consequence, I'm shockingly hesitant
Of trying something new since I refuse to be negligent
These "so-called" issues, someone blissful may gift you
Everything has value if it's not proven misused
Chorus:
There's good inside of all of us but not one man is perfect
I fall into that camp, but I still pass on the verdict
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
Of what needs to be fixed in my still imperfect person
By learning what I'm worth to instill a perfect version
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
I'm servant to the masses, Martin Luther's view of Catholics,
So let's educate each other while we both employ our passions
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
I'll learn with open ears, sometimes more than I appear
But I'll do the best my foolishness allows me through the years
Verse 2:
Slow processing, some would link to a mind not worth fostering
But I've made peace with that, on to opposite offerings
Actually, it's not far off, as it causes pondering
Pondering to offer up a coin at a pond or spring
Begging for knowledge of how to talk to girls in public
A "hi" would quite suffice, but the problem is the subjects
Unless games or anime are suddenly on the uptick
I've already mentioned how it takes more time to learn
For me to understand about any topic that's concerned
How am I to learn when I possess no experience
And I have not a mentor to compare what I do against
I am but a child who is maddened by his loneliness
And those who know my suffering are those who have known me best
How cliche that I sound like I need love to feel complete
But to feel the love of someone is a preliminary feat
Chorus:
There's good inside of all of us but not one man is perfect
I fall into that camp, but I still pass on the verdict
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
Of what needs to be fixed in my still imperfect person
By learning what I'm worth to instill a perfect version
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
I'm servant to the masses, Martin Luther's view of Catholics,
So let's educate each other while we both employ our passions
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
I'll learn with open ears, sometimes more than I appear
But I'll do the best my foolishness allows me through the years
Verse 3:
I can't say if others would perceive this as a flaw or not
But with how it affects my work, I'm shocked I near forgot
I relentlessly dissect the songs and things that I created
Whether it's my own or not, no, this can't be debated
And I work until I break at college, I'm not talking rest
I'm at the point where eighties are a thing that I detest
With every test, I'm angered if I don't get the best
And this compulsion halts the thought of, "eh, onto the next"
In this way of thinking, it feels as if I've been vexed
I work six hours in a day, that's no curse, that's a hex
Am I a workaholic, or just seeing what's in front of me
Though it's not something I rap about, I still really want money
I need luck for luxury, under penalty of perjury
My canvas is put under the pen like I'm commencing surgery
Since I sew success on my current college campus
The future will decide the worth of carving my own canvas
Chorus:
There's good inside of all of us but not one man is perfect
I fall into that camp, but I still pass on the verdict
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
Of what needs to be fixed in my still imperfect person
By learning what I'm worth to instill a perfect version
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
I'm servant to the masses, Martin Luther's view of Catholics,
So let's educate each other while we both employ our passions
(Ah-ah-ahhhh)
I'll learn with open ears, sometimes more than I appear
But I'll do the best my foolishness allows me through the years
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D_Patches
Member since January 1 2019