I tried to treat her to a spotless soul

But found someone had painted it black

She laughed at my face and called me a fool

Then quite casually threw it right back

A thousand punches a thousand rolls

Would prove them bastards right

A million crippled dreams now crushed

And shattered left and right

It’s a less than perfect world

From what I’ve seen

It’s a less than perfect world

This worn down scene

I twist and I turn as I’m tumbling down

Onto the fractured remains of my past

Slamming onto the repulsive mess

That was me when I was less of a mess

A thousand punches a thousand rolls

Would prove them bastards right

A million crippled dreams now crushed

And shattered left and right

It’s a less than perfect world

From what I’ve seen

It’s a less than perfect world

This worn down scene

I was so sure we were different

I was so certain of us

We were so not like the others

You were so having me on