Perfectless

you yell and scream
you whine and complain
about the things i do
and the clothes i wear
you call me a slut
but i don't care
i'll start to cut
'cuz you expect me
to be so perfect
but i'm not like you
and i can't be you
so you'll have to deal
with the things i do
and the clothes i wear
is it so hard for you
to let me be me;
my unperfect self,
with the things i do
and the clothes i wear
i have one thing to say
and one thing only;
i'm not sorry
that i can't be perfect