Of make believe and empty lies
Twisting the rules
Of a virtuous game
And captured by the thought of fear
And loneliness
Afraid to cry
Suffocating from trying to scream
And I wanted out now,
To find myself
'Cause perfect only makes you crazy
there is no way that it could save me
I'm sick of feeling like a traitor
Is this the price for good behavior?
Oh, my naked skin
Feels the warmth of the sun
My eyes are open
To the brightness of life
I'm driven by a force so free
To live this life not paralyzed
But with reckless abandon
So now I can breath
Cause I wanted out,
To find myself
'Cause perfect only makes you crazy
there is no way that it could save me
I'm sick of feeling like a traitor
Is this the price for good behavior?
Don't do this
Don't do that
You will be oh so perfect...
Don't do this
Don't do that
You will be oh so perfect...
'Cause perfect only makes you crazy
there is no way that it could save me
I'm sick of feeling like a traitor
Is this the price for good behavior?










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