It is really hard to be perfect Even if I was made that way I really wasn't made that way Born too soon into a broken reality Everyone's eyesight is skewed And mine is too Perfection isn't what I strive for Because I know I'm more than mediocre I am more than meets the eyes …
I think about finding mostly perfect things But I see no perfection in myself Because I understand that we are all flawed beings And I see beyond your flaws so easily To the soul you are within Why is it that when you do the same I can't comprehend? It's like my fractured soul skews …
