This is the way it's happening,
There is no doubt about that

I have gathered aspects in my mind,
And I have grown sure of something for which validation is no object

There is a pressure I exert on myself
It all comes back around

To my great displeasure I have found
That vitriol is really contrived
And admitting my gift is a contrivance, too
Will not stop your lofty derision

Yes, I am trying to tell you I'm perfect

No, I don't think it'll help

If you were perfect why would you be so stupid

Well you see, it really is stupid to be perfect

And actually,

It hurts a whole lot.