Excuse me while I go back and make a correction
Perhaps it’d be different with better directions
I cannot erase what isn’t perfection
I keep striving to find a worthy reflection
Excuse me while I go back and make a correction
What sticks out to me is imperfection
I’m starting to understand this sense of rejection
To see and unmask a hidden infection
Excuse me while I go back and make a correction
To find a new purpose without constant dissection
Accepting myself and all imperfections
Deleting your hatred to build better connections
