I was young not too long ago, and I know the last thing you want is someone preaching to you.
I'll fill those canyons in your soul, like a river lead you home. And I'll walk a step behind, in the shadows so you shine. Just ask, it will be done and I will prove my love, until you're sure that I'm the one.
I'm a perfectionist. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it's okay if there are flaws here and there.

