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Beyond the Surface

When perfection is at its best it’s all you could ever think about
And everything that goes with it you can’t seem to do without
Even when you’ve been through hard times it fades in the background
When you compare them to the unattainable goal you’ve just found
It seems as if this is your only water in the middle of your drought

All you can see is how large, how flawless, how exciting it all seems
And the desire to have it permeates all your thoughts and dreams
Nothing else seems to matter, your family or your life
You allow your pursuits to cause you so much strife
And slowly, string by string, you unravel at the seams

It’s like an open book, and you think you’ve memorized every word
Or like the song that keeps playing that it seems you’ve always heard
You know every letter, every conversation, and every event
You know every tune, every melody, and every beat that’s spent
And that depth of knowledge keeps your love spurred

You never stop to consider perfection is only relative
And that every positive side is coupled with a negative
You can’t erase the past and you can only move on
But you can make sure that life doesn’t make you its pawn
So that you can stop dreaming and take initiative
	
There’s so much you just don’t notice when you read between the lines
And when you look too hard you’re forced to resort to being blind
You see the cup as totally full when it’s empty
You see the outside as clean but don’t know the inside is dirty
And no matter how hard you scrub or you try residue is still left behind

It’s like the loss of wind from fully blowing sails
And like being trapped in a circle where everything fails
You’ve lost every dream, every inspiration, every hope
And every word, every song, everything that helps you cope
Is crumbling down and leaving its devastating trails

So never fail to look past the outside to what is within
Always stop to look at what you’ll lose and what you’ll win
Because when everything seems so full but it’s actually hollow
And you find that such an empty life isn’t what you want to follow
It will be too late because the cycle has started again

When perfection is at its best it’s all you could ever think about…

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