Perfect

I know that I’m not perfect

But what am I to do?

The walls around me falling I’m not ready for the truth

I’m painting all these pictures my imagination drew

If only what they say is true

Perfect’s just a point a view

Waking up inside my head sometimes

I Feel the pressure and the stress run wild

I wanna know what’s at the top of the mountain

But my hands are getting colder every step I climb

So much easier said than done

Get them days in my bed I don’t see the sun

Night time hits and you’re filled with shame regret

Like the plans you made you should’ve kept

 

Now I’m sitting on the fence

I feel like a fraud to my friends

Life’s good but I’m seeing it different to them

I want so much more

I need so much more

I just wish they knew what was in my head

 

Because

I know that I’m not perfect

But what am I to do?

The walls around me falling I’m not ready for the truth

I’m painting all these pictures my imagination drew

If only what they say is true

Perfect’s just a point a view

When the curtains fall

And everyone starts looking

Stripped down to my skin bare footed

Will they see me how I see me when they’re viewing

Will they understand the courage that it took to finally do it?

I’ll sing a song try hit the notes right

A couple bum, flat, off or not quite

Raw embracing it so I don’t fight

The feeling’s only temporary then it takes flight

Hours, working, striving, doubting

I see a brighter day when others see it clouding

I’m stuck in rubble when others are building towers

The point I’m making is we all have different powers so I

know that I’m not perfect

But what am I to do?

The walls around me falling I’m not ready for the truth

I’m painting all these pictures my imagination drew

If only what they say is true

Perfect’s just a point a view

I’m painting all these pictures my imagination drew

If only what they say is true

Perfect’s just a point a view