I feel like I've been lied to,
I feel like I've been cheated,
The world around me is perfect,
But I'm the imperfection staining it.
I glance around and see,
Their perfect smiles and perfect eyes,
Their perfect voices and perfect walks,
With friends so many, perfect lies.
They say be who you are and the world would see,
Who you really are and love the real me,
But I wish they knew how wrong they were,
Cause only lies are loved,
The real me is left alone in the blur.
Perfect sounds of perfect hearts,
Filled my tainted, jet black heart,
Their perfect lives made me doubt my own,
Was I really for them really just a stepping stone?
With imperfections flooding in my life,
I found myself staring down,
From that twelve feet building rising high,
In my morbid thoughts I now did drown.
So with a final breath I jumped,
Towards my end which was dimly lit,
Cause, the world around me was still perfect,
But I was the imperfection staining it.
