You see the outside
But not what does hide
The marks she makes
The smiles she fakes
Is all part of her life
And the scenes with a knife
Its all a process
She wont confess
Its a rhythm on the outside
of what she did hide
Of her old beated heart
She slowly shreds her body a part
Trying to get to the whats real
Slowly waiting off with each peel
Slicing through the thick mask
This honestly is the hardest task
Walking around like it's OK
Knowing its not every day
The outside is nothing at all
The only thing that matters is whats there when it does fall
