In a perfectionist world, 

The grass wasn’t greener where you watered it 

No, it was greener on the other side. 

In a perfectionist world, 

The glass wasn’t half full, 

No, it was always half empty. 

In a perfectionist world, 

Life would never be great. 

No, there was always something to improve.

Perfection existed in the details, 

Didn’t it?