I'm sorry I'm not perfect
As though it may have seemed
I live a life of pain
Dividing at the seems
People think they know me
But they obviously do not
I feel weak and alone
My life is in a knot
Twisted and tangled
Like the roots of a tree
Its not fate, its destiny
Pain and misery hard to release
Why are people so hard to please
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