there was a path most beautiful
and I gazed at it as if I understood
my wretched heart didn’t learn, I withered
I had no use for those who couldn’t bring me out of myself
searching and searching for perfection
my sorry ship ran aground
I thought beauty could be forced
I wanted to be loved
my wretched heart didn’t learn, I withered
I didn’t blossom for those who couldn’t bring me out of myself
searching and searching for perfection
my sorry ship ran aground