More like her..

Perfect. In the simplest way, she's perfect.
Breath like echos of sweet nothings to the wind,
Eyes like opened doors to her perfect little soul.
Beautiful, understands you more than anyone ever could.
More than i was ever willing to try.

Even though you've got her hanging from a rope woven with your lies,
Written in script across her heart, there is your promise.
Promise broken, heart broken. and still, she doesn't have to much doubt about it.
convinced you are no longer dangerous, she preaches "there's no man in this world better than you".
but she's holding onto that rope so tight.. she's forgotton the pain from the burn.
She wont let go though, not now.. no matter how bad the pain seems to get.
Guess i should have been more like that?

And you, you had everything you  have ever wanted, for a little while.
You told me your story, and i told you mine.
And thinking back to it, somehow you managed to make me smile.
even though the promise across my heart began to fade.
but when it comes to forgiving you, she is stonger than i am..
but to me, you never looked too much like a man from where i was at.
I see the man you are, she see's the man you will never be.
well.. i guess i should've been more like that..

Pride... As i let myself down, i let it go...
allowed myself to believe you as you lied through your teeth right before my eyes.
but i'm not here to fight about who was wrong or right.
because in the end you'll get what you deserve..
call it karma, call it misfortune call it what you will.
But before my weeping eyes, it hurts to actually see.
that you love her and she loves you with everything she has...
guess i should have been more like that..