This cry

THIS CRY

Listen to this sound,
this voice, this cry
This is how I tell you
that this dream of mine will die

All I ever wanted
was to be the perfect one
but a gift like that is haunted
like trying to reach the sun

If I get too close
I burn up and die
no one can be perfect
no mater how hard they try

So what do you want from me
there's nothing I can do
I try to be perfect, be flawless
just to please you

I'll never be good enough
no matter what they say
because of you I must be perfect
to me there's no other way

but the closer i get
the harder you try
to keep me away
from touching the sky

So listen to this sound
this voice, this cry
this is how i'm telling you
that that dream of mine has died