better version

excuse the mess

i didn't see you from behind

i caught a glimpse

but the reflection's only mine

it's almost like i'm paralyzed and locked outside myself

what i don't need is to concede because i won't be someone else

i am not perfect and i don't claim to be

and if that's what you wanted

well then i'm so sorry

how about a better version of

the way that i am

how about a better version that

makes me understand

how about a better version of

the way that i am

the way i look

the way i speak

how about a better version of me

excuse the wall

i put it up from time to time

a silver shade

and the design is all mine

it's just a maze that everyday i seem to be stuck in

it never seems to fade away but i pray for the day it ends

i am not perfect and i don't claim to be

and if that's what you wanted

well then i'm so sorry

show me my vital signs until i'm realigned