Without further ado,
There is one thing I’d like to say,
I’d like to present to you…
My usually perfect day.
The perfect hate, from your mouth,
The perfect hide, when in doubt.
The perfect smile, ever so fake,
Perfectly knowing, I can’t get a date.
The perfect tears behind my eyes,
The perfect scars that prove the lies.
The perfect truth, I hate to hear.
Perfectly knowing, my time is near.
Perfectly feeling, the blade, the loss,
Perfectly knowing just who’s the boss,
Perfect in a way only the devil can see,
Everyone knows...I'm as imperfect as perfect could be
The perfect hatred, for myself,
The perfect tongue that I speak so well.
A thousand smiles could never show,
How perfect my day just goes.
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