Why does I have to be perfect to made them proud?
Why me?
Why is perfection the only road?

They told me to be perfect
I didn't ask them why
Because questions aren't meant to be asked.

They dream that he will be successful in his life
All they do is for him
They don't care if I become successful in my life
I sweat at night wondering where I am.

They just want me to be perfect
Like the perfect girl they talk about
Is there no perfect boy?

I had two friends
But as we didn't talk
For boys and girls can't be friends
The friendship was lost back in December.

They were constantly reminded
How to behave
Who to befriend
Whom to ignore.

I was the one who ran away
To achieve perfection
They never cared what they say
About perfection.

Then why did I run?
Running away was right back in December
Why was I the one to run
While they stay true to themselves in December?