Perfect Person

I'm not a perfect person, I've realized way too late.
Everything is over now, so it's me you hate.
You won't listen to my tale or my apology.
I can't understand you or your psychology.
You're such a different person to the one I knew.
I'm feeling so alone now, I don't know what to do.
You said that we were friends, but you say different now.
I've lost you and everyone else, I don't know how.
Is it because of my disorder, how I just don't fit in with you?
Because once upone a time long ago, I swear I used to.
Then I said I can't do this any more, it's too tough.
And you said fine then you'd had enough.
Because I don't drink or smoke, I starve and cut.
Because I'm in love or because I'm a slut.
Your words are sharper than any blade.
They make me retreat into the shade.
All I can do is wait and wish away the pain.
I want the sun to come out again.