A Perfect Picture
The perfect pictures on the wall that's you and I, it’s not the true meaning of us they are just pictures
To everyone looking it's a perfect life but you and I know different they are just pictures hanging on a wall...our perfect little lie
We just share a space...we are really strangers
We just give the outer world the perfect image of us
We live in a lie to keep our families happy...so everyone can smile
I can't wait for this to end
Then everyone will know there's no real perfect picture of us we are just good at pretending
The frame was broken long ago...there is no perfect image of us
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