I am not perfect
Yet no one cares
I stayed up all night reading my book
And you just believed without blinking, because I passed the test

I have told many lies
I have held no truth
But still, you hold me in high regard
Worshipping the ground on which I walk

Seems all you really care about
Are the works, of which I show you
That which is hidden is a forgetful occurrence
My cross alone, to bear

You encourage my lust
You encourage this sin
You let me walk away
When I have hurt the world

I want to be perfect
I want to be true
I want to stand for something
Both inside and out