Welcome to Perfect Suburbia
just like barbie, with her plastic smile, x what you see on the outside is fake
welcome to perfect suburbia. "perfect suburbia" is who i really am- when i go home and i loose the cheery, upbeat person you see at school. this is who i am. the other me. when i look in the mirror, this is all i see. don't speak to me, just let me be who i am. it may be true, it may be fake- you'll never know the extent of perfect suburbia. but i'll just say this: the world we live in, just because some lives seem perfect, they seem carefree- doesn't make it so. if i could, i would live in the perfect suburbia which i dream for myself. but i can't, so instead, i choose to live in my own depressing state of shattered dreams.
