Perfect

You want me to be perfect,
you want me up to your expectations.

you pretend that i don't make mistakes,
you pretend to like all your friends.

have you ever realized
that you ain't perfect too.

if your inocent,
if your perfect,
throw the first stone.

i bet you dont have any stones,
i bet that your not perfect,
i bet that you make mistakes,
i bet that you do things and than regret them.

soo why are you putting the bame on me
when you do exectly the same thing
why are you treathing me like the queen of guilt?

why??