Imperfect
i am imperfect
i don't have a perfect body
i am imperfect
you do not want me
i am imperfect
my bum is too big
my face is too round
and i can't really sing
my smile is plain
and i walk kind of weird
my hair i distain
nothing i hold dear
i used to have cute feet at least
but since the accident i dont even have that
they're the beauties,im the beast
and i can't stand that
why am i so shallow?
i know that what you're thinking
i never was before
i wish i could stop blinking
i want to be run over,by a HUGE mack truck
i want to get the cold shoulder
cause' thats what i feel must
must be waht i really deserve
or really need somehow
just me im not good enough
and leave forever now
i am so tired of this,im not doing it anymore
death is what i need and it is what im looking for
imperfection.
kills.
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