Am I really this tired
Or am I uninspired?
Will I try harder?
Work myself into a haze
Just for you to criticize how I spend my days
I want my hands to be rough
Proof of my work
I want my hands to be soft
A woman's touch
But is that to much
I want to dance
But in this world you only get one chance
To be perfect
I'm tired of perfect
Stand up straight, perfect stance
I am not a faucet
Water perfect and straight
I am a river, loud and rough
And I think it's time i focus on my stuff
Because for me
Perfect will never be enough