Cos' of all the flaws I've stumbled upon;
this is the hardest one to focus on
I'm truly begging you to understand, begging you to understand
What it's like how, why, where, and when.
No one understands, no one can understand.
into the wild, wild night, I sit here late. Late, at night.
She's given up all she's got.
I've given up all I've got.
There's nothing more I can do, he's taken it all out from underneath me.
I'm sorry- but not really- I can't break free.
Selfish thoughts, life of a selfless man, .
I'm simply begging you to understand.
These flaws I have- they were not my plan.
....Don't you see?
All they are- are simply flaws about me.
Into this wild, wild night.
I sit here late at night.
Our how's.
Our why's.
Our when's.
Our where's
and one last time,
with my flawed last breath.
...Our what?
inspired by the song, Flaws- Bombay Bicycle Club
