You sat in your room playing your guitar. No matter how hard you tried... You just couldn't get the song right...

"Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced-" you began, but you hit a wrong chord.
"Ugh! Are you kidding me?!!?" You said.
"Let's try this again..." You said, starting the song again.

"Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out-" once again, you messed up.
"I give up!" You yelled taking off your guitar and leaving it on the ground, you fell against the wall.
"I can't do anything right! I always mess up!!!" You scowled, you never had much patience.
You had expected yourself to be really good at guitar and be some sort of prodigy, but nope.
You sucked at it. You never really found any reason to get up and try things again and again, quite childish really.

You didn't have many friends because of the way you acted. You were a pretty negative person most of the time, and you guess people just got sick of dealing with you.
You spent most of your time sulking.

You had tried, quote on quote, "tried" to be more positive, but people were all creeped out, so you gave up. "Well no one's fucking perfect..." You muttered. Even still, you just wished you could have some friends.
Tears fell from your eyes. "I'm not good at anything! I can't even get a girlfriend let alone a single friend..." You told yourself.
"Everyone hates me..."

You shared a house with this other girl named Lovina, mostly because you didn't have enough money to buy an apartment.

"Hey bird-bastard! I'm home!" That was her. You heard her feet walk up the stairs. "Why the fuck can't you just-" she stopped when she saw the state you were in.
You sighed, looking at the ground.

"Why are you crying?" She asked.
"Because I'm fucking useless... All I do is get mad at people, I can't keep a job for more then a week, I don't have any friends, other then Blue." You bird tweeted from its cage as you said its name. "I can't do anything without getting frustrated..." You said angrily.

Lovina was silent for a moment.
"Your not fucking useless, your better at cleaning then I am."
"Wow, thanks. I feel so loved." You said sarcastically.
She sighed sitting down in front of you, "look, not everyone has to like you..."
"No one likes me. Except Blue. I don't even like me."
She sighed, "everyone is different. I'll admit I'm a bit of an ass at times... "
"But?"
"And I wish that I could be more positive and social... But I wasn't born that way. We've all just gotta find out why we're here. You've been stringing that damn thing for hours while I'm trying to sleep, why don't you fucking play something for me?"

"No thanks... I suck."
"No one's going to like you if you keep up that attitude..."
"Thanks, but people already hate me."
"Look, you can't be that bad. Just play something."
"Promise you won't judge?"
"Promise."

You got up and grabbed your guitar, and began playing.
"Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still-" you made a wrong chord, scowling in frustration you stopped.
"I can't do it."
"Why not?"
"Because all I do is mess up!"
"Well that's part of fucking life!"
You groaned.
"Fine then, how about this. I'll sing and you just focus on playing."
"What?"

"Are you fucking death? I said I'll sing and you can play!"
"O-ok." You said. And began to play the song.

"Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life." Her voice wasn't exactly perfect... A little scraggly.

"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

You're so mean (so mean) when you talk (when you talk)
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices (change the voices) in your head (in your head)
Make them like you instead.

So complicated,
Look how we all make it.
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Oh oh)

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me

The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and we try, try, try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?

(Yeah! Oh!)
Oh, pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me." She finished, and your stung the final chord.

"See, your not fucking bad."
"Yeah I guess. Thanks Lovina."
"Whatever, your welcome. Don't expect me to get all mushy gushy!"
"Why would I expect you to do that? That's not who you really are." You told her, she blushed darkly.
"Y-yeah I guess..." She mumbled.
You pecked her cheek softly, making her turn tomato red, and her curl form a little heart.
"I guess I shoulda' listened to the song huh?" You laughed.

"Y-yeah I-I guess... Uh, fuck how do I say this..."
"Say what?"
"T-te amo... You actually fucking understand me more then the other assholes do..."
"Te amo troppo." You said back, giving her a small peck on the lips.
"Y-yeah whatever..." She said.