I'm so lucky, I seem to have it all
but the pedestal is cracked and built for me to fall.
Buy me all the things to make my world complete,
tell me that I'm lucky that my life just cant be beat.
I could tell you why you're wrong but I'd rather just fake it through.
Why bother getting judged when I can be just like you.
Hold me down, break my spirit. I'll accept it when you're done.
This is right, now I'm perfect. The world has finally won.
I drone through, my guilt will lead the way.
I can fool the whole world, I know just what to say.
The luckiest girl who ever lived may not be allowed true pain.
Nothing in life is bad enough to outweigh what she has to gain.
Let her die slowly, dismiss anything that made her real.
Work harder, look better, do more and to hell with the way you feel.
Life can be imprisoning, isolation at best.
Simple to see the bad but blinded to the rest.
