I try to make everything perfect,
But in reality Iam not perfect.
I try to make you love me but time and time again
I fail.
I try to please you but all I do is deceive you.
My soul is forsaken for all the times I cried.
Bearing in pain for all the times I tried.
I know I am not perfect but nor do you meet perfection.
All you like to do is make me cry.
Make me wish to be perfect, dream,
All I ask is why do you make my heart scream?
