I've done hell to my safe holding
Out for my body in such loose feeling
I blame these sad things on me
Cut a smile in my face so you'll intake some fleeting comfort
I won't let you out of my touch
But you brandish the weapon of passive aggression
It seems like your idea I'm perfect
In mine I'm perfectly in line
Would you think I'd let you in
I've grown to suffer you lashing out at me
Don't take away these sad things from me
You should see what I'd do to me
Cut a smile in my face so you'll intake some fleeting comfort
You've built a wall up, you need to help tolerate any discomfort
Your idea that I'm perfect
In mine I'm perfectly in line
Would you think I'd let you in
I've grown to suffer you lashing out at me
In mine I'm perfectly in line
My idea, unless you're blind is