I found myself at my breaking point, hard to breathe Somewhere between trying to be perfect and trying to be me The clandestine dealing of pain has left me weak Boots off, sit down, white flag, come out, I’m ready to leave Here’s my, here’s my resignation No more hesitating I’m done with your charades I am sorry I can’t be what you want me to be So I’m leaving I’m done with your charades I’m done with your charades I’m done with your charades Now off into my deepest state of nakedness No longer hiding behind the cloak of perfection I hear is still voice that I’ve drowned out in my past Says come my child, my dear and I will find you rest So here’s my, here’s my resignation No more hesitating I’m done with your charades I am sorry I can’t be what you want me to be So I’m leaving I’m done with your charades I’m done with your charades I’m done with your charades I am imperfectly perfect I am perfectly imperfect I am creation made perfectly I am creation made perfectly I am imperfectly perfect I am perfectly imperfect I am creation made perfectly I am creation made perfectly I am sorry I can’t be what you want me to be, (I am perfectly me) So I’m leaving I’m done with your charades I’m done with your I am sorry I can’t be what you want me to be, (I am perfectly me) So I’m leaving I’m done with your charades I am perfectly me