Confessions of a Perfectionist

Confessions of a perfectionist, yeah Confessions of a perfectionist Why do I care what everybody else thinks of me So concerned about consistency, oh Stuck in a prism of pretending Won't let my colors show a light refracting Make them think I don't make mistakes But when I do, I just make excuses Cause ignorance is bliss But vulnerability's a virtue Confessions of a perfectionist And I'm trying hard just to be true I need assistance, don't wanna admit it Curl up in a corner all by myself And I know that I need some help But I try to fit in instead Just living for the next new compliment So I cover up my flaws, act for audience applause And I know that it's the cause of my false sense Of self-importance, which is the pretense Of a downward-spiraling vortex Ignorance is bliss But vulnerability's a virtue Confessions of a perfectionist And I'm trying hard just to be true