My one imperfection in your eyes
Is that I am perfect
I’m too good for you
So you have to cut me down

What you can’t see
Is that my perfection
Is killing me inside
No longer a blessing
Only an obligation
Cas everyone assumes
That by being born this way
I am perfectly happy
And I am perfectly fine
Well perfect isn’t as great as we’d all like perfect to be.

And I’m so tired of being perfect
Cas I’m not
Perfect doesn’t cry
Perfect isn’t lost and perfect isn’t sad
Perfect can’t screw up, can’t do things bad
And I want to cry
I want to admit I’m lost and I’m so sad
I want to screw up, I want to do things bad
I want to be imperfect but I can’t
It’s not my fault I was born this way

What they don’t tell you when they teach you what perfect is
Is that someone who’s perfect
Is alone in the world
That that person is lost
That they don’t know who they are

I’m so tired of having to be perfect
No longer a goal it’s a requirement
Expectation
And heaven forbid should I screw up once