im sitting on my perfect bike
going to my perfect school
wearing my perfect uniform
smiling like a fool

everyone knows im different
but they keep it to themselves
smart people think im intelligent
shallow ones thing im hell

and down the halls i will walk
to each perfect bell
never skipping a step
never tripping or fell

i sit down to collect, my perfect grades
with my perfect atitude
i never make a commotion
or show much emotion
but yet...
its not enough

where does my perfectness end
now where i would say
i think im perfect
others 'in her own way...'

they like to sneer
they like to joke
they think its funny
they prick, and poke
its all a game to them

they don't wake up
having to know
that today they will have agony
that they'll want to die & go

nothing over till its over
and ill have the last laugh
nothing cant stop me
dont cross my path
 
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