Perfect this, perfect that, you are just this perfect act.
Perfect smile, perfect walk, perfect hair and perfect talk.
Why are you this perfect, or so you thing your are,
Youv\'e locked me in this prison, acting as the bars.
You thing you are so good, and life is just so great,
you think that i am fine, and happy in this place.
You come from your perfect background, and assume mine was great,
and that ive made up all these stories, theres no sh*t on the plate.
You dont believe because you cant,it would ruin your perfection,
If you want a perfect girl, im the wrong selection.
your mother thinks I am a tramp,
,I think she saw the scars,
sorry I am not rich, and dont drive fancy cars.
She knows I am not perfect, the slits just say it all,
I wish you would watch me cut, to the depths of hell id fall.
Well gues what Ive made a point, I am perfect too,
perfect at cutting my arm and watching blood run through.
Bleeding cuts, wounded scars, perfect prison bars,
Healing body, angel wings, pearly gates, and golden swings.
