I tried to walk the tightrope of perfection
Ended up here, fading my reflection
I broke hearts, 'cause mine's an endless pendulum, it sways
I throw a fit to see if you will stay
Am I the villain? Or am I just a stranger on a train?
I like to type my feelings into code, I can't explain sometimes
I circle back to double check if the neighborhood has changed
I stay up late, but it won't take away the pain
It's such a long road from here, that validation
Screams and then it echoes in my ear, that realization
Hits me just as I take another leap of faith
Always showing up so late
The party guests are barely awake
I have a habit of saying yes to all demands
I have a habit of refusing every offered helping hand
I have a habit of hoping that they cancel every plan
I'm made of glass, but will they ever understand?
'Cause I'm not too dangerously ambitious
I'm just counting down the years
That I still qualify for "30 Under 30s" lists
When was the last time I indulged in breakfast?
I'm unhealthy but at least I still exist
Writing songs is not the equivalent of therapy
Neither is holding all your breath and counting calories
Feels like they don't know that I try so hard
What could fix this broken heart?
'Cause I tried to walk the tightrope of perfection
Ended up here, with hating my reflection
I dread each time I have to look my parents in the eyes
Being okay is one extravagant disguise
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