Perfect is defined as being entirely without fault of defect.

And you have the nerve to call me such a word:
Such a word carries weight,
This weight and pressure kills.

See I can't be perfect:
I am really hard on myself,
And I have thick dry hair.
My skin is horrible,
and i"m not all that tall.
I have moments of mania,
And days of depression.
I have the Superman complex,
And it very well may kill me.
So you see I can't be perfect.

But I can be what you need.
If you need me to listen,
You can have my ears.
If you need me to talk,
You can have my lips.
If you need me to see,
You can have my eyes.
If you are cold,
Come wrap yourself in my arms.
If you are sad,
Come cry in my arms.

That doesn't make me perfect,
That makes me Dee.
Being Dee is hell and heaven.
Love it and Hate it!

See being myself means:
I have to work,
I have to relax,
Eat, sleep, breathe.
But so do you?
What makes being you,
Different from being me?

I guess the difference
Between me being me,
And you being you:
Is simply how you handle life.
Decisions separated me and you.

But decisions can bring me and you together.
And considering there is no perfection in you or me;
Decisions destroy perfection,
Because every decision leaves something lacking.
So you see I'm not perfect.
But I'm glad I'm perfect for you.