Perfect Imperfection

I've been thinking about perfection
That stereotype we all see
Day after day

There are those people who
Strive in vain to look exactly like models
Wasting their lives away

There are those who change their appearance
Their hair, their clothes, their personality
Striving to be part of the crowd

But this must only lead to misery
Trying to be someone else all the time
When they should be proud

As when you think about it
Everyone is unique
It's the way of the life

So trying to be the same
As a huge crowd of people
Can only lead to strife

So become a part of the biggest movement
A crowd of people who are completely different
The best crowd in the biz

And maybe you'll find out
That maybe being imperfect
Is the closest to perfection there is

Kirsty