Sorry I can't be one of your subject

Is that what you want me to do

Sorry I can't be a little perfect

I'm Just that shallow to you

Maybe I am somewhat translucent

I can only let so much through

Sorry I'm not so as weird or different

It's not bad to blend in 

you

Don't have to serve as an image

Like everyone else wants to

You try to play the part

I don't have purple hearts 

You only tear me apart

Whoa oh uh oh oh

Whoa oh uh oh oh 

I'm not Your thing

I don't have puppet strings