"Imperfect" lyrics
"Imperfect"
Some things
Are better off forgotten
We bury them in places that
We really only visit by ourself
Oh, and you were
A version like no other
Oh, they never tell you what to do
When all you see is gone
What's the sense in anything
When what they say is wrong?
Oh
What do you wanna hear?
Do you wanna know how many times
I tore myself apart 'cause you're not here?
And, oh
Why do you wanna know?
Does it make you feel alive?
I've had to die to finally let you go
Stop me (Stop me)
I find myself believing (I find myself believing)
Oh, a story gets rewritten so
A blasphemy's permitted once again (A blasphemy's permitted once again)
Oh, and you were
So perfectly imperfect
Oh, they never tell you what to do
When all you have are lies
What's the sense in anything?
It's just one more goodbye
Oh
What do you wanna hear?
Do you wanna know how many times
I tore myself apart 'cause you're not here?
And, oh
Why do you wanna know?
Does it make you feel alive?
I've had to die to finally let you go
Oh, yeah
Oh
What do you wanna hear?
Do you wanna know how many times
I tore myself apart 'cause you're not here?
And, oh
Why do you wanna know?
Does it make you feel alive?
I've had to die to finally let you go
Oh
Oh-whoa
Finally let you go
Thanks to Katie Patterson for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): James Root, Corey Taylor, Shawn Economaki, Josh Rand, Roy Mayorga
- AZLyrics
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- Stone Sour Lyrics
album:
"Audio Secrecy" (2010)
Audio Secrecy
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