Back when you were gone I searched for a place that fit comfortably
I found it in your little piece of innocence, a perfection I recognized
Then I found this place so cold, cold and unbearable
Just because you cared too much to show me

Not to get me down, just tell me

I m the one that you would tell that you are innocent
I m the one that you would tell that you are anything

Now its changed, I questioned what was inevitable
Things were what I feared or nothing I figured on
Perfection is a virtue or a curse or just a lie
And just because I cared to much to see you