I tried to treat her to a spotless soul
But found someone had painted it black
She laughed at my face and called me a fool
Then quite casually threw it right back
A thousand punches a thousand rolls
Would prove them bastards right
A million crippled dreams now crushed
And shattered left and right

It’s a less than perfect world
From what I’ve seen
It’s a less than perfect world
This worn down scene

I twist and I turn as I’m tumbling down
Onto the fractured remains of my past
Slamming onto the repulsive mess
That was me when I was less of a mess
A thousand punches a thousand rolls
Would prove them bastards right
A million crippled dreams now crushed
And shattered left and right

It’s a less than perfect world
From what I’ve seen
It’s a less than perfect world
This worn down scene

I was so sure we were different
I was so certain of us
We were so not like the others
You were so having me on