It went downhill
P.R.E.S.S.U.R.E (4x)
Pressure
No i'm okay
I'm okay I'm fine I'm well I'm good I'm great
Sounds familiar? Of course it is you liar
It was never this hard back then when did it go downhill again?
Don't worry a poem once told me when you repeat a word it losses it's meaning so why not repeat it again
S.u.i.c.i.d.e (5x)
It's not working the more I say it the more I think about it the more it crushes my heart like an endless succession of cars and the more it makes me lose sanity bit by bit
It was never this hard back then when did it go downhill again?
When did the dark monster start growing?
I love acting
It makes me incorporate someone I can never be
It lets me be someone I inspire to be in front of an audience
I like to say my life is all an act to hide who I really am
Yes I might look smart, well, pretty, and great
But it's all an act to show the opposite
An act to hide my deepest secrets
What I do
What makes me really happy
To people it's all well, and great
How envious of i to see they can be themselves without being pretentious like me
How much I wish but can't because of the PREsSure is doing to me
Creeping closer the dark creature grew
I like being smart
I like knowing things learning things and solving things
And cause of that people use me as a tool to get what they want
I don't like being a tool however
I like to draw
Usually portraits and cartoons
I like drawing pretty people because of their face so symmetric
Cartoons because all they will be are happy
I was never good at perfecting a symmetrical face and there's nothing symmetrical with my eyes
One is larger than the other
It makes me really ugly when I see myself in pictures
UGLY (3x)
The dark creature almost eats me
I was bullied a lot back then
Im small and stout and I'm aware of that
It hurt me so much like no one would ever accept me
Then I met him
He loved me
He cared
He stayed
He called me beautiful
Nothing makes a girl happier than being called beautiful
The dark creature disappeared
It was a while but...
Some days he'd stop
He'd stop calling me beautiful
He stopped caring
He stopped loving
He left
Infatuation is good at pretending to be love
It gets you every time
SUiciDe
It's back and it haunts me it's going to eat me
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Hi. I'm okay.