I was taught when I was young,
Girls wear dresses, boys act tough.
Don’t let them see you cry,
Keep emotions deep inside.
I wasn’t man enough for them,
I couldn’t earn their respect.
All that they could see,
Was another little freak.
I was never good enough,
Even when I did my best.
I sang with all my heart,
Ripped it beating out my chest.
They pointed out my flaws,
That’s all they’d ever see.
I wasn’t good enough for them.
That wasn’t good enough for me.
Who wants perfect anyway?
Hanging on to what they say.
Said I couldn’t be,
Happy being me.
What does perfect mean to you?
What would it make you do?
Who wants perfect, anyway?
When it comes with so much shame?
I’m sick of the shame.
I’m tired of the lies.
I’m done with hiding
Who I am deep inside.
They can call me crazy,
Yell, “freak,” as I walk by.
You can keep your perfect.
I just want to live my life.
Who wants perfect anyway?
Hanging on to what they say.
Said I couldn’t be,
Happy being me.
What does perfect mean to you?
What would it make you do?
Who wants perfect, anyway?
When it comes with so much shame?
