people always tell me my future is so bright

that i'm so lucky i have it all figured out

they want to know how i stay so focused

how i can work so hard

they want to know how i always stay smiling

the personality; it's like a switch i have to flip

but sometimes fuses blow

lightbulbs go out

and suddenly there is darkness

a darkness that is tight and suffocating

this town is like a magnet on a monitor

at first, it's fun to see how it messes with the image

but when a magnet stays too long in one spot

you're left with distortion

this warped lifeline where perfection is expected

and anything less is deemed defective

no matter where you go the mark stays

behind closed doors, warzones appear

it's deafening

raised that love is picking fights and twisting white lies

creating worlds in my head to tune out the screaming

i can't handle the truth

i'm not old enough to deal with what i'm being told

take me back to losing kites in trees

take me back to coloring pages in empty classrooms

take me back because i can't look forward