• Like an artist, who has created a flaw
    In one motion an eraser can become an enemy
    I mean to me... it was a perfect draw
    Only in your eyes, was there something wrong with me
    Then you began to erase...erase away
    Anything... Everything... not leave a trace behind
    I guess that was just a part of me
    Though like a phoneix I am quick to arise
    From my mistakes, a new me will be born
    Hopefully, then no one shall be torn
    I just hope... with the tiniest feeling
    I can transform into something even you will believe in
    Cause no one... not even yourself
    would like to be called an imperfection
    Because to be strong
    ...you have to learn how to face rejection.