People want perfection,
But perfection, I am not
They've made me so self-conscious,
Making my true self rot
We have so many "laws",
All that I have to follow
One slip in a move,
And they'll all treat me shallow
To think that in this century,
Everyone would be fair,
But old days will never be gone,
Except now we don't share
I miss when people were kind,
And everyone was a friend
When they would be there for you,
There until the end
