they say no one is perfect but at the end of the day that's what they expected
comparing myself is not a thing that I love the most and I keep asking myself why u do this to a little girl
I feel trapped in my mind and drenched with that dreadful thought that you put into my head.u don't have me in your mind until I do something that's not right
I try to interpret the perfect girl u need to have but that is jus way to much for u to ask
im told I am perfect, im accolade but better say im being force , and its overwhelming all I need to be for this society to stop pushing me to the end of the mountain.
a mountain base on remorsefulness of actions and words that you don't like of me, and I try to be with you but that's just enougth of you
you utter perfection in the actions you put in my shoulders, so heave that im slowly falling down onto my pouring little house of pain
a kindle of hope shines once in a while but you make sure to put it down. you blame me for the things you did and im really so tired of it.
you say im a scorn of a child but it's evident all u want is someone else that's not me and never will be. so keep asking me to be perfect, and sooner or later you will make me end it.
