Perfection is a flawed perception--
Might as well be blind and deaf
To each sunset and compliment,
Numb to each slight of affection.
God tell me why I can’t see
This is how it’s meant to be...
He holds my hand
More like holding a gun
He wraps his arms around me
Like a noose
He hugs me so tightly
Crushing me and my heart
And I stand there smiling
Choking on my tongue.
Perfection is a flawed perception
Might as well be silent, mute,
Since no words mean anything
To anyone anymore
Life’s gone from roaring to a great depression.
God tell me why I can’t see
This is how it’s meant to be ...
He gazes into my dry eyes
While I’m crying inside
He smiles at my smile
Which is really a grimace
He holds me since I am so cold
But I’m only growing colder
Saying that there’s so much time
While I’m only getting older
All hope is rotting away
Like a corsage in the days of summer
Of finding someone someday
Who I could call my true lover
I throw it all into the trash
Weep deeply and strike a match
So long sweet sorrow, you were never my friend
Might as well let everything go
Might as well let nobody know
The anguish rules my life ev’ry day
This tortured feeling will not go away
Might as well torch all of my dreams
Life is never as good as it seems
Perfection is a deceptive perception
Goes from roaring to a great depression
I have learned all of life’s lessons
But God why can’t I see
This is how it’s meant to be.
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