As you sit there and scream at me
I start to drift away
You don't understand you don't see
Your not with me every day
You want me to be perfect
You tell me you want me "normal" again
I guess i just don't quite cut it
When i die trying to be as perfect as you want what will you do then?
You tell me you want me to stop screwing up my life
You tell me that you love me
You tell me not to use the knife
You tell me you just want me to be me
If thats true...
Why do you try and perfect me
Why do you want me to be someone I'm not
Why do you ignore the things you don't see
Will you push me until i drop?
I'm not perfect
I'll never be
I'm not perfect
Why cant you see?
