Perfection.
They say no one's perfect. But there are some that are damn close, and i think damn close should just be perfect, because if there is no perfect then damn close would become the new perfect because it's the next one down.
to you:
ever since pre-school you have constantly been weighing me down. you don't mean to do it but everything you do makes me feel worthless. we try out for teams, we draw, we act....we write. and everytime you outshot me by a million. how can you do that? how do you do that? just when i find something i really think im good at, you come back and smack me right in the face. you can't help it, there's nothing you can do. but i can't help but feel like a worthless piece of flesh. i constantly feel like the fuck up, the screw up, when we're together. and we have fun and i love you more then anything, but you make me feel like utter shit. you've always made it, always gotten good grades, always been better then me. what am i suposed to do? how am i supposed to feel?
i can't do this...
to you:
ever since pre-school you have constantly been weighing me down. you don't mean to do it but everything you do makes me feel worthless. we try out for teams, we draw, we act....we write. and everytime you outshot me by a million. how can you do that? how do you do that? just when i find something i really think im good at, you come back and smack me right in the face. you can't help it, there's nothing you can do. but i can't help but feel like a worthless piece of flesh. i constantly feel like the fuck up, the screw up, when we're together. and we have fun and i love you more then anything, but you make me feel like utter shit. you've always made it, always gotten good grades, always been better then me. what am i suposed to do? how am i supposed to feel?
i can't do this...