This Is What I Live For
THAT’S WHAT I LIVE FOR
Imperfectly made and have no gold to show
But that doesn’t mean that I am not loved
From head to toe, you see bunch of imperfections
All you see is mess on my shoes – killing my disposition
So many talks when my presence is not around
Missing socks seem to be talk of the town
But what is with you if I’d want to be this way
We have our own roads to be taken – I’m going my way
This sick culture seem to be agonizing for decades
Innocence is finally killed, born to be one of them
But the great thing of being mean is you know how to play
I play the role of cat – chasing mouse all day!
I’m imperfectly made but I have many things to show
Not my dirty shoes even a dirt on my nose
Even if I have nothing to show still I could make others happy
That’s what I live for and you should do the same thing
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