My deepest flaw: my love for you.
My love for you: what a deep flaw that has cost my heart each one of its last strong beats, what a deep flaw that on a few occasions has been about to make me blend and bring me on my knees.
Loving you, my sweetest downfall, it is, and it cannot be denied anymore, for every time I have tried to deny it I have wound up loving you even more.
Loving you, what a terrible downfall of mine, it is. To forgive you for the harm that you have caused me and forget you for the hope that once from nowhere was born, how I wish I could. To tear my heart apart, how I wish I knew exactly how. To betray you, how I wish I would dare some day. Every time you leave here, you leave me, and every time I watch you leave, oh, how I wish I were dead.
A downfall of mine it is, that you are the man I fell for.
My desire to protect you and guide you through the darkest of all darks into a light nobody can assure you have ever known, what a bittersweet downfall of mine it is, for by trying to save the few drops of sanity you have been left with a fragile insanity for myself is all I have found.
What a weakness to me you have turned out to be, and I must admit I am not one to acknowledge weaknesses of any kind, neither am I one to fall on my knees when it comes the time to face defeat, for I think defeat must be faced standing as strong as possible on one's sore feet. But we have come too far, and it has been so long, and even though it is obvious that to me you don't belong and that to your will and only your will my heart is true, I must admit defeat for once, I must admit what a terrible weakness I have found in you.
If my endless array of imperfections constituted a rosebush, my love for you among all those faults disguised as little flowers would forever be the red rose to excel and shine in a sea of yellow cocoons.
Perfect is the farthest thing we are from being, and on that level my soul to yours is the most ideal mate. But your braveness and heroism make up for your lack of perfection, while I am always come up short trying to analyze and see what makes up for my very own lack. Some say I'm brave, but I don't think so. I'm not heroic, the only hero here is you. I am just loyal –to see it as a flaw or a virtue I leave it to your consideration. A virtue I don't consider it, to me a flaw it is, for I am only loyal to you.
My deepest flaw, can you not see it? My love for you, disguised as a friendship that will never die, disguised as the strongest friendship life has thrown at you when you less expected it.
Life has thrown me in your way. Life has thrown you in mine. Did life mean this to be my punishment? Did life mean to grant you with an eternal fallen guardian angel? Whatever intentions were life's both it has accomplished, we must recognize: my shoulders and heart are heavy with this love that some times I think of as a punishment, and the terrible weights you are doomed to carry have been many times relieved by my some times unwanted presence in your life.
My deepest flaw: an everlasting love that from the beginning has been doomed to never see the light.
Oh, what a downfall, what a weakness, that with me I must carry. It hurts so much each breath I take, each breath I take is short and sharp. Oh, what a downfall, what a weakness adoring you from afar has become.
What a downfall, what a weakness, this desperate feeling, this fault, this flaw. It's the deepest, it's the darkest, the best kept secret, and the best hidden truth.
Oh, what a punishment, what a weakness, what a flaw it is to me that I, the one who would never stand a chance with a legend, with a hero, have fallen head over heels in love with you.
