Imperfect; The Art Of Always Falling Short

Tears stream down as I look into the mirrior

Everything I hate stares back at me

There is so much I cannot stand and it all falls on me

And the anger forms as I know I am powerless to change

Falling shot time and time again

My self-righteousness is like a dirty rage

Never to be clean never be sold never to be beautiful

Always looked upon as the son that got put in the back of the line

Push me down one more time so I will never get up

Here comes the day when I will once again be the same

Just another face in the crowd will I be noticed?

Lonlieness is breed by being alone and I am always alone

But don't give me your eyes of pitty

Don't look at me like you can help me because you can't

I needed help long before you and no one came to my side

In my side is the thorn that just won't die

The knowledge of the fact that I will never be great

Becoming like all the other sinners of the world I die inside

Trying so hard to be something that I don't see

Broken hearts lay on the floor for these are the ones I have broken

They are my own, over and over I am put to rest

I can never step it up and perform they way I wish

Always imperct unto the end of time

It is an art that I have mastered

But my prayer is that I would never have known the word

My wish was that I would have been born a god

The God over all without blemish and without fault

So once again I fall before you

Staying in myself the imperfect man, I once again fall