Perfect

I try to be perfect so bad

I don't want to make no one mad with the things that I do

I spiral all alone in my bed

All of these things in my head

I wish I could change

Perfect

Even practically perfect, be cute

Just like Mary in her chimney chute

All covered in ash

Perfect

In a world that's not perfect at all

In a place where it's hard to stand tall and accept what I am

I close my eyes and sometimes I find a place where

Perfect doesn't matter

Deep in my mind

A spot where I am divine and perfectly flawed

How many days have I spent feeling shame?

Where I said I was to blame for my circumstance?

What would you do?

If you couldn't be you?

To yourself in a room and your whole life's a play?

Maybe the issues that lie within are just the world shining in and showing her face

Perfect

I'll never be perfect

The world isn't perfect and neither are you

I close my eyes and sometimes I find a place where

Perfect doesn't matter

Deep in my mind

A spot where I am divine and perfectly flawed