Sheltered
You never told me life would be like this
I had to go through some shit
Then deal with it
You taught me how to be a perfect girl
But we're not living in a perfect world.
The way you see life is like it's a picture perfect photograph
A happy couple
With a lifetime of memories that will last.
But life isn't picture perfcet
And I'm not that perfect girl
You ever drop a framed photograph?
What happens when that shit hits the floor?
That framed photograph isn't picture perfect anymore
It's broken.
Just like the world we live in and know.
I never knew what the real world was like
I grew up sheltered from this thing called life.
I saw a picture and wanted that life
But life isn't a picture perfect photograph
An you know I'm right!
I learned the hard way
Forced to experience some shit that wasn't right.
Now I'm broken like that framed photgraph that hit the floor at night...
It has me wishing I was living in a different world.
Thinking maybe things would be different in my life,
If I grew up knowing the real world.
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