Who are you to decide what the meaning of perfection is
and what makes you so high and mighty?
You're just like a weed slowly getting bigger but killing
a beautiful rose
At the same time by taking all it's light and smothering
it
I hope that feeling of being better then anyone else was
worth it to you because
She's gone and can't ever come back
It's too late nothing can bring her back
It's worthless people like you that destroy something
truly beautiful
You've caused innocence to die
Someone who didn't fit in with your bullshit ideals and
finally came
To the point where she took her own fucking life
I hope you think about it every second of every day and
you see her face when
You try to fall asleep at night
I hope it fucking haunts you
Perfection is what each individual makes it
Be in charge of your own life not everyone else's
Just yours
