Twice


I know that I'm not perfect,
But I hope that I'll suffice,
Because when I'm counting blessings,
I write your name down twice.

I know I don't measure up,
To all the great things that you are,
But I've been wishing twice for you,
On every shooting star.

I know that I could do better,
And I swear I'm really trying to,
Because you make me want to be,
Two times better for you.

I know that I'm not perfect,
But I'll give what I can give,
Because it took dying twice for you,
To learn how to life.

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