I took the time To get it right Can't afford mistakes Can't afford to play the game Gotta be perfect Can't rid of this need To be perfect It's like this drug Pumping through my blood Cover it up No bruises All hidden Excuses It's like this drug In my blood This need I can't get rid of To be perfect I tried my best It's not worth it But they want it And I want it too So I'll do it I'll be perfect
Hell no. Do I want it? Who doesn't? But can I live without it? Hell yes.