this is.. the best song... i swear to god it could've been written about me. its about a girl (or boy i guess) who has managed to perfect a shell, an outer cover, to make it seem like they're happy, but they're really just falling apart. she's wearing this thin mask of fake joy, hoping to please everyone else, but she's just burying herself deeper and deeper inside of a lie. her appearance is wonderful, shes perky and sweet, cheerful and energetic, but at the end of the day she goes home and locks herself in her room to slice up her wrists and cry herself to sleep. (k, it doesnt actually refer to cutting, but still...) she tries to break free of the cheerleader exterior/horrible dying interior, but she cant, and she's not even sure if thats what she wants. it gets so horrible that shes afraid of her own self, and what she might (or could) do.
.eliza.
this is.. the best song... i swear to god it could've been written about me. its about a girl (or boy i guess) who has managed to perfect a shell, an outer cover, to make it seem like they're happy, but they're really just falling apart. she's wearing this thin mask of fake joy, hoping to please everyone else, but she's just burying herself deeper and deeper inside of a lie. her appearance is wonderful, shes perky and sweet, cheerful and energetic, but at the end of the day she goes home and locks herself in her room to slice up her wrists and cry herself to sleep. (k, it doesnt actually refer to cutting, but still...) she tries to break free of the cheerleader exterior/horrible dying interior, but she cant, and she's not even sure if thats what she wants. it gets so horrible that shes afraid of her own self, and what she might (or could) do. .eliza.