Imperfect

Imperfect - J.D. Natasha

Walk into my room

In the way it was two minutes ago

Dirty and unclean

Not the way my mother would want it to be

Sometimes I wish I was responsible

But then I can't admit I'm not responsible

What if I were perfect

What if people

Schoolmates would appreciate my presence

What if I wouldn't scream in public

I don't give a damn about

The price or brand names

I always write all over my shoes

I never tie my shoelace

Always feeling high

I'm losing sense of time

Drunk off my imperfections

I'll never be alright

What if I were perfect

What if people

Schoolmates would appreciated my presence

What if I wouldn't scream in public

What if I were perfect

What if people

Schoolmates would appreciated my presence

What if I wouldn't scream in public