Mr. Perfect - Perfect, I Am Not
Date: 12/7/00
Sometimes I stutter when I try to speak,
I'm trapped in this pathetic physique,
No motivation, I'm going nowhere
and that's just one thing I can't repair
I don't bother or care to disagree
I just hide behind my apathy
My lips are chapped, my hair a mess
I'll let you have what I possess
I'm no fun at parties, I can't even dance
Why should I bother? I don't have a chance
I try to be nice, but what is it worth?
sometimes, I'd trade it for a fresh rebirth
Sure I'm smart, but I don't give a damn
Don't care what I get on the next exam
I appreciate the words, they mean to me alot
but you call me Mr. Perfect, and perfect I'm not.
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