Perfectionist Complex

So is there any meaning as this time keeps on slipping, Is our whole world nothing more than God's little play-thing? These people around me, are they really worth anything more? Even when death comes, everything in time simply resets. If it's all the same whether I were to live or die, Then I'll choose life and push death back this time. If I doesn't matter where I am, then I understand, And I'll choose to leave a bit of me behind. This future before me, it's too dark and hazy, The past that's behind me- my heart's forever breaking. I've had too much, why won't the pain disappear? I just want to erase my emotions. Loving the "Me" that's behind my name takes perfection I cannot face, Everything blurred and murky's for the weak, feelings only trip my feet. So then happy, sad or angry, does these emotions have a meaning? If you don't stand up, you feel pain. But emotions always hold so much, you know; There's a warmth they've always held alone. We are made of faults and flaws, no one's perfect at all, But I'm sure that's what we call a perfect "soul." And that perfection you search for That's all yours, nothing less, nothing more. Don't try to play fake, you're alright, Just this way. "No more pain?" "It's okay?" You're okay.