i don�t want to leave the house anymore fighting demons with tic-tac size pills and pillows thrown on the floor the only reason that i�m trying day to day are the fantasy dreams of the futures that i hope for; i replay and replay and replay
CHORUS: it�s not real the only thing that i know is what i feel in my heart and i�m trying my best but what if it�s not good enough i�m flawed but can you see beyond imperfect � and love me for what i�m trying to be?
i hear the talk of all the others� glory; i want to retreat it does nothing to inspire me, because i know i cannot compete with hypnotic, transcendental beauty, and talent multiplied cause i�m fucked up, not of interest; in the artists� world of creative sweat i�m nothing
CHORUS: it�s not real the only thing that i know is what i feel in my heart and i�m trying my best but what if it�s not good enough i�m flawed but can you see beyond imperfect � and love me for what i�m trying to be?
BRIDGE: i�m nothing but honest but i�m just a novice i know the industry�s so cruel and i can�t compare to you (or you, or you, or you�) (pointing fingers!) so i end up trying to piece together all the things i think you admire in the world and in them but in the end, all i really know how to do is love you