Perfect

I feel so threatened
And disposable
So weak

Even if he really feels that way for me
I couldn't believe
I can't stay here in the loneliness
Without thinking he doesn't want me
And he's just using me.

Even if he is kind
And tender
And soft.
And everything I've ever wanted.

I trust no more
I can't

Even if you're perfect
I will still think
That you don't like me

You will have to convince me everyday
And that's a price you might not want to pay.