Nobody's Perfect

Nobody's perfect
that's what i say to myself
but when i think about my health
or lack thereof
i get frustrated
when i think about school
i want to go away
when i think about everything
i'm upset all day
when i think about wars
"who knows, dear?"
when i think about w****s
"who goes there?"
when i look within myself
i feel so limited
to be living in a society
that's so primitive
because i know the truth
about lots of things
but when i sing
it's weak
it doesn't come out strong
and i wonder what the hell
i'm doing wrong
because i can't tell
what i'm doing wrong
all i wanted was
to sing a song
and swing along
but i'm the only one
in this troupe
in my own world
the rest has yet to unfurl
and when i hate being a girl
when the red fury comes to call
like the ring of a distant bell
coming closer and closer until
i feel so small under its sharp claw
the hearse coming
to make my fear worse
it's humming a dirge
it's saying
i know all about you
guilty
frail
and ever so pale
enough to sweep away
in a winter's gale
what sad tale has she to tell
what darkness is she descending into
why does it seem she's breaking in two
sulking and wondering
that's all you ever do