Straighten the hair, perfect the face

Grab the phone and start to pace

Perfection is key

Okay, Aim the phone and say cheese

*click*. upload. done

The facade is up, Put the phone down.

I can’t even look at myself in the mirror

Can’t this be any clearer?

I have so many problems that I can’t breathe

I feel my life begin to seethe

I want out, I want that perfect life

Oh, God where am I going?

Return to my bed, I take a seat

I feel my heart’s steady beat

It cries out Help! Help! But no one hears

They have their own problems to endear

Who can I talk to?

Is there anyone who cares?

The filters are all good

They make me seem perfect

I’m just so misunderstood

Like a ship that has wrecked

I wonder if we are all the same?

If everyone behind the camera has this same pain?

And we are all trying to fake each other out

What is this life really about?

Is it possible to have change?

Or am I stuck on the same train?

Help! Help!

I need to be pulled out

I am drowning in the river with all the other trout

Is there a God who can save me now?

If there is, I want to know how?

How to be saved?