The Illusion of Perfection

The perfect girl
No one sees her pain
The way she bottles it up inside
She'll most likely go insane.

She has alsmot everything she could want
There's not much else she poosibly needs
But how could she feel so unhappy
In the perfect life she leads?

She has all the material things
She can even get the guys
But she's searching for internal happiness
In this perfected life of lies.

If people only knew
The thoughts that go through her head
Maybe they'd reach out to this girl
Before she ends up dead.

Luckily she's afraid of death
The thought of never waking up again
Hopefully this fear'll stay with her
So her life doesn't come to an end.

Everyone sees the small things
But they don't make the connection
If they were to look at the big picture
They'd see it's all an illusion of perfection.