Brown hair,
Falls flawlessly,
A different side of beautiful,
A different kind to me,
Reflections in the glass,
Distant mirrors move too fast to see,
Loud thoughts,
Make her cry,
No-one has the answers,
Cos’ no-one’s asking why
A mask covers her face
The crowd all running in their race pass by
You’re perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
To me
You’re perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
To me
Her words,
Fall silently,
Her voice is floating softly
Down a busy city street
Again she goes ignored,
Cracks begin to show beneath her feet,
You’re perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
To me
I take,
One last look,
One day I’ll know her story,
I’ll open the closed book,
Sleeping perfectly,
The girl in doorway 23
