We all want to be perfect, But what is perfection? What does it take to be perfect? I look in the mirror And I see perfection I look in my soul And I see depression
I see a beast, That will never be accepted A lonely soul, Surrounded by people Yet, invincible I see me yearning to be loved So, I cry myself To sleep everyday, Contemplating suicide
But when I wake up, The first thing I see Is my perfect reflection in the mirror So, I smile Hiding my fear of perfection Little do I know that perfection, Is an illusion And suicide is never the solution!