Perfection - in the end -

I'm depressed the way i am
i feel ashamed when i eat
i wanna be perfect for you
when we cuddle under the sheet

when your arms are around me
I'm self conscious when you touch
cause of all the other perfections you see
its make me stress so much

even if its something little
i need to throw it up right after
i want to look good to you
but my life's gets more darker

you'll be happy when I'm done
ill be pretty and skinny in the end
just a few cuts helps me through
&& my own time without friends

food makes me sick
and so does my reflection
because the way i am and look
i just wanna be for you a perfection.