You’ve succeeded, you’ve made me feel bad again

Why do I think you’re more special then other men

I know we have our good times, all the laughter and the smiles

But you find a way to ruin that all the while

Why can’t you just be sweet like you are when you hold me

When you make me feel this way I think about all that you could be

I’m glad you are who you are, because if you weren’t then I might not love you

But I could never say you are perfect, because that wouldn’t be true

When I am looking at you I am thinking you are perfect for me while staring deep into those eyes

I guess it takes a good long, hard fight for me to finally realize

That you are not perfect, you have your faults, just like we all do

So why, when I hear the word perfect, do I suddenly think of you?