I walk through the park,
All by myself...

I look at you,
As you look at me...

You have cancer, what does this mean?
I may only be in 2nd grade, but you look strong...

I hate perfection,
I hate to sing...

The song you sing is so beautiful
It makes me feel like crying...

I keep talking
I'm making matters worse...

My best friend had just gotten her driver's...
That was so very cool...

Taking time to look at the little things
Reading the tiny footnotes...

My teachers are all talking
At the table across from me...

Perfection does not exist.
But do you ever dream...

I cant deal with this anymore
I want this to go away...

You judge me and think me strange
I feel like a total outsider...