I spend my life dreaming of Perfect,
Hoping all that time would be worth it.
My whole life, Perfect was something to achieve,
Only what other people want you to be.
Always been an outsider,
One step behind the crowd,
Afraid of my own shadow,
Never been too loud.
I choose my own way in life,
The way I speak, the way I dress,
I'm not perfect,
So expect nothing less.
Never gonna be perfect,
Because, well, who is?
Stopped chasing Perfect,
'Cause it doesn't exist.
