My mind is in overdrive
Yet I can't think.
I want to be perfect,
Need to be perfect,
But I'm hell bent on reaching the brink
Of my ability to stay sane,
What have I become?
It's always one more word and then the regret.
Oh God, what have You got in store for me next?
I'm all hollowed out,
Just an empty vessel.
So save me and fill me up,
Let me breathe again.
Make me perfect so I can be happy
And maybe they can be happy too
When I no longer fail these tests
And I remain calm and collected,
Simply whole and content...
