They all think we're so perfect
With our pretty faces,
Our pretty smiles,
Our pretty hair,
And our pretty eyes,
That personality people envy
And the attitude everyone wants to have.
They see the layer we want seen
But they don't know what lies underneath.
What would they see if they pulled back the curtains?
Infidelity?
Lies?
Jealousy?
Addiction?
Insecurity?
Cutting?
Depression?
Despair?
Everyone has a mask,
But how plastic is yours?
