Who are you to decide what the meaning
Of perfection is, and what makes you
So high and mighty? You’re just like a weed
Slowly getting bigger, but killing
A beautiful rose
At the same time, by taking all of
Its light and smothering it to
Consume her very heart away from her
I hope that feeling
Of being better than anyone else
Was worth it to you
Because it’s too late to go back
She’s gone and can’t ever come back
It’s far too late nothing
Can bring her back
God rest her soul
It’s worthless people like you that
Destroy something truly
Beautiful, you’ve caused
Innocence to die
Someone who didn’t fit
In with your bullshit ideals
And finally came to the point
Where she took her own fucking life
I hope you think about it
Every single second of
Every day
And you see
Her face when
You try to
Fall asleep
At night, I
Hope it fucking
Haunts you
Perfection is what
Each individual makes it
Be in charge of your own life
Not everyone else’s
Just yours