Everyone thinks I'm perfect
my eyes are filling with tears
I'm getting so tired
of all of those leers
Everyone comes to me
with a whole bunch of questions
I can't answer them all
because I'm not a perfection
Then they all get mad at me
they put their hands in my face
I cry and cry
because I can't take
all this pressure in this place
Why won't they listen
to a word I say
I'm not a perfection
in any kind of way
