I don't know why I'm so angry,
because I'm not perfect either
and I know it's true. I fucking know it's true
but it isn't good enough.
Why did you have to juggle and even though you caught me in the end I get so fucking angry thinking about it. Because maybe somewhere in this lifetime there's a perfect world, with a perfect place, with a perfect man, and perfect flowers, and a perfect response. And I won't get so fucking bored and maybe what makes me angry most is knowing that isn't true.
because i'm not perfect and neither are you.