Did everything just to stop my tears
Not necessarily because I don't want to be sad
It's because I hate the puffy eyes afterwards
Cause I'm such a control freak
Well now without the tears
The trembling down is sealed inside
Stating the obvious, the heart suffers more
Now that I'm such a control freak
I've gone mad trying to figure out how to make it stop
Such a control freak I am
That I don't even accept self's humanity
Everything has to be perfect
Without defining perfect before
So now assuming own definition of perfect
I guess it's about to end perfectly now
As they say your whole life will be flashed back right in front of your eyes in the last seconds
And the last feeling I'd have is to be perfectly glad to let it go
So goodbye ~
