And I don't know, I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful, he's such a beautiful disaster.
And if I could hold on through the tears and the laughter.
Would it be beautiful, or just a beautiful disaster…
He's soft to the touch, but frayed at the ends he breaks.
He's never enough, and still he's more than I can take.
Why be so complicated and different, because writing well is a disaster, a beautiful disaster.
Beautiful Disaster
I'm just a beautiful disaster that came to your life miserable
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