I'm a mess
I mess, I'd love to be
A mess, I wish the world would like to see
But it's just another illusion
The world demands a perfect you
A you that could bring all kinds of satisfaction
The world would like to see a perfect piece of art
But they never understood, art never had a perfect piece
It was always imperfect
Imperfections made it art
The expectations they have
The extreme boundaries...