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A lifetime of dysfunction

It’s the price you pay

Living up to magazines

A fantasy behind a screen

Picture perfect flawless image

All you want to be

Shove your fingers down your throat to be more like the dream

All you are

Construct of society

All you’re not

Don’t let them down

All you are

Sell your soul for the ideal

All you’re not

Leaves you hollow inside

Pay the price for your life

The blame is not on you

Brainwashed from infancy to know what you’re supposed to be

Imaginary eyes on you

Speaking to an empty room

All the fiction that you write in your head is never to be read

Flames dance to create a work of art

Beautiful, but nothing lies below

Fragile surface shows the cracks

Shattered glass, can’t put the pieces back

Imaginary eyes on you

Speaking to an empty room

All the fiction that you write in your head is never to be read

Flames dance to create a work of art

Beautiful, but nothing lies below

Fragile surface shows the cracks

Shattered glass, can’t put the pieces back