Imperfect

Oh walk into my room, it's in the way, it was two minutes ago

Dirty and unclean, not the way my mother would want it to be

Sometimes I wish I was responsible

But then I can't admit I'm not responsible

What if I were perfect?

What if people, schoolmates would appreciate my presence?

What if I wouldn't scream in public?

I don't give a damn about the price or brand names

I always write all over my shoes, I never tie my shoelace

Always feeling high, I'm losing sense of time

Drunk off my imperfections I'll never be alright

What if I were perfect?

What if people, schoolmates would appreciated my presence?

What if I wouldn't scream in public?

What if I were perfect?

What if people, schoolmates would appreciated my presence?

What if I wouldn't scream in public?