I am the type
Acting as the perfect type
Never really loved right
Trust was always out of sight
Here I am now
Glossing my lips
With the tears of
These conflicts, again
And one touch and you will see
This porcelain skin cracks easily
But deep withing I am protecting
A heart of gold and its beauty
And that can barely see the pavement
I can barely read the signs
That people think I'm so complicated
But never wanna look inside
And that last night you got it bad
At that moment I could barely add up two reasons why I am glad
And I maybe that's why I grab the cursed pen and write