Was the word perfection
made just for me and you?
Our love together
just grew and grew

You took me in
as my blanket to keep me warm
You were a place of peace
a calm in the storm

How great you made me feel
and I thought I had meaning
Then the truth came out
of how you were deceiving

You are the storm
that took my calm
Your hand should have never
been in my palm

Our love no longer grew
it only decreased
You tore me apart
piece after piece

You still make me want you
but I have to turn away
You made my "blue skies"
all cloudy and gray

Perfection was definitely not made
for this heartbreak
The word actually made for us
is mistake