Perfect Picture
Smile on my face with my head held high
Always loved my face and my powerful stride
Struggling to keep a good faith, but most only see my pride
Learning how to accept life with a gracious smile
And the entire time all you see a picture perfect girl
Who think she is free, do you really know?
Do you really understand? Nah, you dont know
I'm the girl who sits in the room
Behind the closed doors, losing part of her dreams
Crying away her soul, forced to live thinking she cant have a try
All you see is a picture perfect girl happy as day
No one will never know she struggle
She know she is the perfect imperfect
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