A perfect child is what is thought of me,
the problems that are behind this smile are waiting to be set free.
Put on a mask to cover the tears,
lay on my bed cuts bleed, drains the fears.
hearing voices, seeing shadows I dread,
I know I'm fine I'm just messing with my own head.
Always depressed for no reason at all,
always falling short left me waiting to fall.
So if I'm perfect, step back and take a good look at insane little me.
