I'm not tainted; just flawed.
My version of perfection is imperfection.
You tick the boxes and some more,
I play to win, you play to score.
I'm not confused; just unsure.
I see grey, not black and white.
I'm independent and crave you still,
I play for kicks, you play for thrill.
I'm not perfect; just adored.
I know people want what they shouldn't.
You took charge and took me,
This game ain't won easily.