You call me dysfunctional and that’s just fine. I’m complicated and frustrating that much is true, but don’t you know it’s all because I see you through. I see deep into you. I know your heart is lonely, too. I know you wish, just like me, for a soulmate true— but life is never perfect, and truths are often less than what we think they are— but to you I would give my heart and my honor, too. Just lean back into my arms and fall into my charms and then you’ll see what soulmates we will be.