Perfectionist

Know that our fire cannot grow if we leave it Dying So give me credit for the spark I made And tended on my own Suppressing all my thoughts Had taught me a lesson I think ignorance is a blessing in my hands I've got two left feet but I asked if you would dance Now the dust has ruined your neglected boots And the parties were ages ago I keep the remnants of passion in the room where I'm practicing my tango Gave it all that we got We've been through a lot Speaking our minds through silence Teardrops fall to the ground But no one's around And God only knows who's crying Know that our fire cannot grow if we leave it Dying So give me credit for the spark I made And tended on my own I would save all my water for the flowers that could use it But I've never failed at anything before You're standing at your precipice Pushed by a perfectionist Can I help you Can I do something? Cause I'm hurting, feeling worth nothing... Just say