Under the Spell Perfectionist
Wide awake I lieA heavy mist surrounds meAll the mistakes I
cannotforgive in myselfThough I know I'd forgive of anyone else
A perfectionist by natureIs a critic is disguiseAlways asking
for something moreEvery time you reach that place you were aiming
for
Angels allaround me, flawless in their ascentSoar above me in
the sky for I know I never belongedAngels all around me, flawless
in their descentI know. I always wished to be the one who stayed
out of all wars
Tossing and turning through the nightSeems like I'll never be
comfortable with who I have becomeTried to be the angel, fallen
into dustSeems like I can never understand what's required of
me
A perfectionist by natureIs a harsh critic in disguiseAlways
reaching for a higher placeNot satisfied with my ways
Angels all around me, flawless in their ascentSoar above me in
the sky knowing what I long should have knownAngels all around me,
flawless in their descentYet I still insist on believing in the
good in every soul
A perfectionist by natureIs a cruel critic in disguiseAsking of
the ever-toiling selfMore than could be ever justified
Higher, I know I could go higherWhen I break free from these
chainsI know I must try to rise againstThe voice that tells me I'm
all to blame
Angels all around me, flawless in their ascentSoar above me in
the skiesI won't be held down any longerBy this need to eliminate
every flawWhen can it ever be justified?
