Wasteful life i have here in the palm
Of my hands.
I always wonder how come i was just
Never been born
I came to earth with a reason but i don't
Know what
I didn't grow up exactly perfect,
I didn't grow up beautiful or well shaped,
Hmmp, i didn't even turn out perfect
I'm the opposite of all that,
I'm the opposite of everything
The only reason i came up with
To be walkin on this cold earth is
Just accomplishing what i succeed in
But thats not all i want
All i want is just to be someone
Else, other then me,
So what do i have to do
To get that?
Nothing, i;ll always have to face
The fact that I ain't perfect
