*laughs scornfully at her own poetry*
It?s okay for them to say to be just like their ideal
But you can?t aspire to be theirs in a world that?s real
And if you start getting your hopes and standards too high
Start putting all your belief into a little lie
When the mask is pulled away and you fall down low
The higher you were, the more it?ll hurt and the lower you?ll go
And some things are just impossible no matter how hard you try
What?s the point of wasting effort in perfection ?til you die?
?Cause you?re even better knowing when to stop, it?s maturity
Better than turning determination into desperation into insecurity
And the more you listen to them the more you?ll feel worse
Perhaps a huge conscience combined with perfectionism is a curse
Perfectionism isn?t like high standards no not at all
Sometimes you just can?t climb that too-high wall
And their ideal is uncertainty inside, because they?ll never practice what they preach
Hypocrites trying to change us all to a point of perfection you just can?t reach
Maybe they should change themselves first and prove that you can be completely right
Or otherwise you?re just battling for an impossible goal in an impossible fight