perfection DOESNT EXIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel your music with all of my senses
It moves all the mountains and changes perceptions
I know it isn't the purest intention
But I listen to you like I have an addiction

The way you make your drums
Makes me fall in love
Your mixing is my drug
I wanna chop myself into a million pieces
Oh-oh, I want to be like you
I want to make myself into the perfect person

But why aren't I perfect?
Am I even worth it?
And do I deserve to be your friend?
I don't understand why I expеct perfection
'Cause isn't it something that doesn't exist?
I strive to be stronger, work harder
But comparing myself thinking others are better
Is only a pathway to make myself sad
Music made me lose control and I think I can get it back

Perfection doesn't exists
I don't listen to you (oh, oh-oh-oh)
Perfection doesn't exists
I don't listen to you (oh, oh-oh-oh)

I'm perfect in my own way
And that's okay, that's okay, okay?
I'm perfect in my own way
And that's what you'll get from me today