Every night is the same simple wish
to be perfect, to not have pain
but every day its the same
the tears always come

Everyday is a new battle
that im never able to win
sometimes i think
that maybe i should just end it

Give up my life
and let sorrow overcome me
i think it would be easier
than dealing of a world of perfect people

I cut to make the pain wash away
but soon after
im left with a scar
that marks my pain

Its starting to be obvious
i know people catch on
but ill smile and pretend
because in this perfect world its not ok

I try to fight the unreasonable self-image
but it always returns
one of these days this feeling will leave
and ill be happy again
 
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