Rather to be Flawed, Than Fake and Perfect

Open your eyes, this is not the truth, life only lies
We despise ourselves until happy, as if a disguise
But it never works, we still know, until at last, no
Memory loss acts like a sharp glass, it cuts away
And you give up the rare joy you found, for it all
I'd rather it was left done and completely flawed
Than to finally do it again, even if it was perfect
To be honest if wrong, than falsely thought right
So long as my broken windows let in the light