Lyrics I could be - Witt Lowry

Nobody's perfect, I'll never try
No, but I promise I'm worth it if you just open up your eyes
I don't need a second chance, I need a friend
Someone who's gon stand by me right there till the end
If you want the best of my heart
You've just gotta see the good in me
Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky
I could be the fire in your darkest night
I could be your curse or your angel
It's all in how you love me
I could be your sun when it's cold outside
I could be your rock when there's nowhere to hide
I could be your curse or your angel
It's all in how you love me
It's how you love me
I never said I was perfect, see I never claimed to be
Cause perfect is perception, perception is all that they can see
A vacancy replacing this space in place where my heart should be
Harping on these emotions, self loathing, broken
Whats wrong with me?
A song to me is more than just some bullshit and words
Its the only time some nobody like me will be heard
I was that kid that would get picked last
Never the one that would skip class
Never to puff when the piff pass
So me and a rapper is a miss match right?
Your stereotype got me feeling up tight, got me wanting to fight
I've been up every night, as I write and I write
I've been looking for light in the darkness of night
Its a bit of a pipe... dream, that's what they told me
If I listened to your dumbass, I'd regret it as the old me
Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky
I could be the fire in your darkest night
I could be your curse or your angel
It's all in how you love me
I could be your sun when it's cold outside
I could be your rock when there's nowhere to hide
I could be your curse or your angel
It's all in how you love me
It's how you love me
I never said I was perfect, see I never claimed to be
Cause perfect is perception, perception is all that they can see
Amazes me I found a group of people who found faith in me
TEAMWITT until my death
I'll fucking take that to the grave with me
They can't see through bullshit
So they're left with only fake and weak
Ten writers to write timber, spill my soul and no one's playing me
Its plain to see, they hating me
They take what they can take from me
They'll never find no fake in me
They said my dream was make believe
Well thankfully I use your hate to me to motivate, you see?
I could be your everything or everyday your enemy
Or everyday your memory, you might just be a friend of me
You spend your time defending me, but me is all I tend to... be
Cause I could be the rain in your desert sky
I could be the fire in your darkest night
I could be your curse or your angel
It's all in how you love me
I could be your sun when it's cold outside
I could be your rock when there's nowhere to hide
I could be your curse or your angel
It's all in how you love me
It's how you love me