Perfect+by+Alanis+Morissette

A blank canvas, void of affection, a heart dripping dissatisfaction. Nothing to do but bear it, everything.

I’m sinking, sinking into the nooks and crannies of your fixated brain… can’t live up to your sick standards.

Your expectations are stuck in a cubicle laden with regrets, and you refuse to step out of that confined box.

This life isn’t meant to be a race, I want to // live // it… whether I win or lose, in the end it won’t matter.