Perfect as a human can be is what everyone else sees
Deep down torn in shreds
you only see what people are willing to show
When thinking of home is what it dreads
Maybe all this child is waiting for is to go
To a place that is better then any thing in this world
That could be where their home can truly be
When you meet them again
You will see there mirror image of what the make-up can cover no more
sorry i have no idea if this makes sense but i felt like writing b/c I'm bored
