Perfect isn't my genre,
It isn't the shortcut i take home,
It's not even what i look like
Or who i am.
It's not exactly my style
It's not what i would see myself as one,
It's not what i see when i look into the mirror,
As i try to make it fade, but it won't wipe away.
My life is building up,
Up to the point where i can't take this nightmare no more,
So wake me up from my death-bed,
And tell me it was all a dream.
Because i can't help who i am,
And i can't take it anymore,
If only i had one wish,
One that would come true.
If only wishing on a star wouldn't be so unreal,
Because trust me I've tried it so many times that
It couldn't be more fake,
Wishing you were here to make me one again.
I do wish i was perfect,
I really wish it would come true,
Because then you'd love me,
And tape up the broken cracks.
Please come home,
Let me wish more and more,
I wish i was perfect,
But i want you more.
