I’m always waiting for perfection
But when something shows direction
I look past the connection
And make up an objection
I can’t handle rejection
If I’m not your selection
I can’t look at my reflection
So instead of showing you affection
I make a projection
That has a defection
Love is an infection
No matter my introspection
I need protection
I wish there was an injection
That causes more circumspection
Because you can see in my complexion
The result is my subjection
Which leads to eventual dejection