They say I’m beautiful that I have it all figured it out
My skin is dirty and wet, from the sculpting mold
They covered me I am the beauty they captured the perfection
Why can’t I be free just break me, cut me out of this sculpture
I’m not who you think I am
You say I’m so strong, I’m unbreakable
But I am, I’m hurting, weak can’t you see?
I have to be so strong so I make you all happy
I have to be perfect to make you all pleased
I have to have everything all figured out for you
Why can’t I cry if I want to?
Why can’t I look ugly if I want without judgment?
Why must I conform to be what you want?
I want love but I’m prideful
I will keep busy because I can’t fail
I try to be strong when I have the whole world on my shoulders
I’m not allowed to fail because I’ll let the world down
The pressure is cracking me, but you keep covering me up
Because I am a beautiful sculpture
Where everyone sees what they want, not what is
I want to break free to be me but I can’t
See there’s someone holding me back