Devils perch on a shelf up high
Peering down on me.....
Watching for the first mistake
As I fall to my knees...
I try to be perfect
I try not to cry.....
I promise to try harder
To stop with all the sorrys...
That never get me
Anywhere at all...
I promise to be everything
At least I will try.....
But nobody is perfect
From all that I have heard...
Then why are there people
Who think perfect is all they've got...
Angels try to save me
From a gloomy fate....
As the clouds begin to form
And the thunder deeply roars...
I hear you now, nice and clear
Standing at my door...
Have you come, to rescue me?
Or are you here for more....
Did you come to laugh at me
To watch the tears begin to fall?...
When others did the same
You were the one to pick me up...
Thank you for making me feel
The way that I do..
Thank you for rescuing me...
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