It seemed that everybody else was perfect
So I pretended I was perfect too
And only after many years of loneliness
I found out they were all pretending too
I thought that everybody was so happy
I hid my sadness so they wouldn't see
And only after many years of emptiness
Discovered most were just as sad as me
It seemed that everything I planned
Would go astray
Sometimes I thought I couldn't stand
Another day
I noticed everyone was pessimistic
And I could join in oh so cynically
But after many years of utter hopelessness
I found out nothing works unless I'm me
I stopped pretending I could be
Somebody else
I found I didn't need a plan
I'm just myself
I realised no-one else was really perfect
And having stopped pretending I was too
I found that after many years of loneliness
In spite of me, I feell in love with you
