For The Love Of It (Live & Acoustic)

Perfectionism is a thief Like a form of robbery Steals my creativity Tears me down Not singing for the world's applause Embrace all of my perfect flaws Bring an end to this internal war For the love of it I will sing I will sing Whimsical melodies I will bring I will bring Open fields before my eyes Golden hues across my skies I will make self-love my guide There's magic bottled up in me I just need to set it free Promised land of milk and honey Is waiting for me For the love of it I will sing I will sing Whimsical melodies I will bring I will bring Oooh, oooh, oooh For the love of it I will sing I will sing