I've always tried to look my best,
with these insecurities painted on my face.
I've wore a facade for so long,
it's hard to know what is real or fake.
I've wore my happy fake smile,
for the world to think it's all okay.
But it's ending today; it's falling down,
it's crashing to the ground.
I was always was such a bad liar,
my strong barriers are crumbling down.
You've finally seen straight through me,
I'm not good at performances anymore.
My life of staging perfection has reached it's end,
so frowns and depression are here to stay.
My insecurities are so noticable now,
and my make-up is fading away from tears.
Everything I use to be able to wear is see through,
now I can't fake anything; it's finally time to be real.
