With your eyes you cry
With your cuts you bleed
Your perfect to me
But that you cant see
Because you think to much

You think to yourself
Im worse than everyone else
But your perfect to me
And thats what you cant see
Because you think to much

With your hands you dry your eyes
Because you have just cried
You grab some glass
To cut yourself with
You dont need to be cuting
Because your perfect to me
But that you cannot see
Because you think way to much

You set the glass down
Come out of your room with a frown
You have no cuts
As far as I can see
You finally realized
Your perfect to me
And that you now see
Because you think to much