Perspective of whatever the fuck you wanna think
You don't stop,
you won't stop
upsetting yourself and protecting yourself
You accept comforting lies,
That I just despise
You hide from the truth
Since it seems to hurt you
You hold your head up high
With all of your pride
Yet deep down in your heart
You're falling apart
It seems kind of tart
Tasteless is what people say
When you stare at the boy
That don't love you the same
Faceless is what people see
Under layers of makeup
So that you feel pretty
Voices
It's all in your head
And when it tells you you're better off dead
You stare at your scars
She held you together,
Yet here you are
More idiotic than ever
Yet there you are
What a shameful endeavor
