The Perfect Li(f)e

The Perfect Li(f)eEvery time I look at you I know something you hateEvery feeling by your touch becomes a deadly signEverything I knowEverything I doEverything I knowBecomes so fucking lowThe perfect li(f)e I've been always working forAsk me not to tell you whySuch need for perfect lifeIt's the way been grown upWalking away from stinky mudBut through the days I killedTo catch the moral dreamI realise all in veinWas the effort and the pain, forThe perfect li(f)e I've been always working for