Matt Mondschein - Perfect People

Yes, I'm disturbed
This much is true
But the question is
How much more
Am I than you?

The problem we have
Is opinion you see
You call me sick
Though I think it's you
Not me

True, my thoughts, fleeting at best
And my conscience won't sleep
Through a tortured nights rest

My heart does bleed
For the innocent and meek
And my soul prays for peace
Everyday of the week

But I'd rather live
the way that I do
Than to be cold-hearted,
Unfeeling,
And perfect like you

Matt Mondschein

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