Followers

I build my life with pretty pictures to reassure All my friends that it's perfect in my world And I ignore the world outside my head And though I seem so happy I feel Dead All I need, a single moment, those precious few To make it seem that I'm better than you Fake a smile, strike a pose, pretend we're friends And you can like, and you can love And you can judge If you believe my little lies I can be beautiful If you believe this is my life I can be anything It's so unimportant If I ever feel It's so unimportant If I'm ever real I build my life with pretty pictures I build my life with pretty pictures Oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh, oh Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, oh, oh