We're so quick to judge each other
Without knowing one another
Some things are still left to discover.

We see ourselves in our reflections
Some of us look like perfection
When did we stop believing
That looks can be deceiving?

Society,
Has moulded us to be
What we aren't.
We fall apart.

So we glue our pieces back together
Paint our pictures of "forever"
That's how we fall back together
The story of our sorry lives.

There's only so much our eyes can see
What we see doesn't have to be
We pick up pieces of broken dreams
And fit them in our reality.

A word can have 1000 meanings
Depends upon that persons feelings.
So you still believe in me?
I guarantee, you won't be pleased
*With what you see.