The idea of it is bad

I'm so sick of life

not going the way I want it to.

I'm always waiting for you,

and when im waiting, im screwed.

You've got a knack

for making everything wrong.

You know ive got to

make it right, make it right,

alright !

You dont even know that

You've ruined my life.

You've ruined my plans.

You've stunted my growth.

How am I supposed to expand?

But the truth of it all is,

it's not even you.

The perfection inside me

is whats making me,

making me blue.

Now I'm so sick and tired of always

seeking perfection.

is it even worth it?

when am I gonna

get out of it, get out of it,

get out now !

I've ruined my life.

I've ruined my plans.

I've stunted my growth.

How am i supposed ot expand?

And the truth of it all is,

it's not all me.

The depresion inside me,

is whats making me,

making me not see.

It's dumb to be sad

when perfection doesnt exist,

and the idea of it is bad.

Now I see that I havent ruined my life.

I haven't ruined my plans.

I haven't stunted my growth.

Now's the time to expand.

And the truth of it all is,

its dumb to be sad.

When perfecrion doesnt exist,

and the idea of it is bad.