Untouched beauty
A want without a cause
Perfect imperfection
Someone on pause

Their life seems so simple
Yet seemingly complex
But nobody cares to ask
To ask
To ask

Is it imperfection
Or beauty in disguise
Waiting for a reason
To open her eyes

Is is imperfection
Or an error made by sound
She's just the messenger
But she keeps on falling down

In a matter of minutes
The pause turns to freeze
This untouched beauty
Won't someone take the keys

Why do messengers get pushed aside
Who will make her come alive
Bursting into a million suns
She wants to be found; wants to be found
So she lights a match and she hides in the crowd

Is it imperfection
Or beauty in disguise
Waiting for a reason
To open her eyes

Is is imperfection
Or an error made by sound
She's just the messenger
But she keeps on falling down
Keeps on falling down
Keeps on falling down
She keeps on falling down

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