I have been trying so hard for a high
Seems like it is just an easy ride
For everyone else but surely not me
Don’t understand why this must be

I get caught up in the delusion that others are perfect
So imagine my confusion when I never feel worth it
Every time I’m thinking that I may have it down
I fall hard from grace with a frown, losing the crown
And then I feel like a clown for thinking I could be perfect
One thing I’ll give me, I’m good at being imperfect

The grass is greener on the other side
Though I know I shouldn’t compare lives
It’s very hard to hold on to my pride
I find it so difficult to try and get by

I get caught up in the delusion that others are perfect
So imagine my confusion when I never feel worth it
Every time I’m thinking that I may have it down
I fall hard from grace with a frown, losing the crown
And then I feel like a clown for thinking I could be perfect
One thing I’ll give me, I’m good at being imperfect

Believe me, I know it could always be worse
But today asking “why” must comes first

I get caught up in the delusion that others are perfect
So imagine my confusion when I never feel worth it
Every time I’m thinking that I may have it down
I fall hard from grace with a frown, losing the crown
And then I feel like a clown for thinking I could be perfect
One thing I’ll give me, I’m good at being imperfect