Why do my friends pay themselves out,
When they actually deserve to be praised
Why do my friends prematurely judge themselves,
Before others can make up their mind
Why do my friends always strive for perfection,
When it has already been achieved
Why god damn it why can't they accept the fact that they are bloody perfect
And that they deserve to be put on a pedestal and written about in books
People like us envy them, and wish that we were them
We wish we were, we want to be.