When the hell did I start trying to be perfect?
And people-pleasing, is it ever really worth it?
Fake-smiling just to pass the time
It's the only way I've been getting by
Looked at myself and I can't even recognize
Who I am behind those eyes, one big disguise
Hit me like a gut punch, I hurt my own feelings
How did I get so good at being mean to myself?
I should turn the heat down, tell myself to chill out
Damn, I really hate the way I talk to myself.
