I'm far from perfect..
That, I know..

I do everything I can to match your expectations..
But I suppose it's not enough..

I can try...
But I still can't make it..

But I still hope that I'd be given a chance..

Am I determined?
Or just stubborn?

Am I passionate?
Or dumb and stupid?

Whichever way it is..
I still love you..
That in itself is a fact.