This world was built on a foundation of perfection No weight lies upon our shoulders Each person needs no other to survive No others need to be added to this perfect world For perfection is perfect
But the storm rips us apart I huddle by myself Covering my eyes to make it not true The pieces of the world cut through the air Not just the air, but my flesh, my soul The others cower alone as well We all hide our sobs And muffle our cries of pain For Perfection is not weak
The storm moves on And the world is now dull gray The wounded tend to themselves And the children cry alone We do not reach for the pieces we have lost But instead begin to build a new world For Perfection knows no past
This new world is perfect Each person takes care of only their needs Nothing can be added or lost to make it less perfect But the perfection weighs upon my shoulders And slices into me like glass It hurts so much I cry But no help is given when I reach out For Perfection does not care
Doors close Windows slam shut The people scatter as they hear my rage They do not want to talk of or hear about the terrible past The future is what matters, they say For Perfection does not know pain
But I find another who shows pain The other and I, we search for the pieces of the lost world The other and I, we lay them out But the pieces do not fit What has been ripped apart cannot be fixed For Perfection is not in the pieces
The other and I, we show the pieces To the citizens of the new perfect world The past stands before them Some faces are masked Some are in tears Worse are the cries of anguish But each person does not acknowledge any other's pain For Perfection is self-sufficient
The other and I now realize what Perfection is It is covering what's inside And pretending emotions do not exist It is showing your faults to no one And not caring for another It is thinking only of the pain you are in And being swallowed by your own misery So much that you forget that you can heal another's pain Just as they can heal your own For Perfection is a mask for those too selfish and weak to show the pain inside For Perfection is forgetting there are others like yourself For Perfections is not knowing That Perfection is not real
The other and I, we stop putting together the pieces The other and I, we leave that perfect world The other and I, we begin to make a new world Full of imperfections The other and I, we do not hide our pain We show it to our imperfect world And because it is shown It drifts towards the heavens And because the other and I, we show our imperfection The imperfections fill our world And the other and I, we begin to mend For imperfection is healing
They all begin to see The happiness that is brought to the other and I The other and I, we teach them How to show their pain To display their imperfections To heal the wounds inside For imperfection makes our world beautiful
When new pain is found We display it to the world We help others as they help us We are dependent on each other Losing a person fills us with sorrow A person being added fills us with joy For imperfection connects us all
To say our world is perfect is far from true Perfection and imperfection should never be compared Pain is in our world, but there is also happiness Loss, but also gain Every pain we feel is matched with joy for something else For imperfection means to have emotion For imperfection means to live