Nobody's perfect but we're perfect

That's the issue

We all hurt behind the curtains

That's a big truth

Things ain't what they seem

Be mindful of what you believe

Issues

Nobody's perfect but we're perfect

That's the issue

We all hurt behind the curtains

That's a big truth

Things ain't what they seem

Be mindful of what you believe

Mask on Jim Carrey

Bend our hearts song

Melody blending like some harmonics

Stick once was a branch but

Switched lost the roots

Maneuvering through these harsh long

Territories made to feel like your never fully enough

Caught your bluff

Imposter syndrome killing your lungs

Energy fell at knees and never stood up

Looked in the mirror for a figure but forever stood up

Just a ghost in a shell

That learned to clone very well

Cologne to comb over smells

Postponed the dome that you dwell

In roll with jokes so you gel

On the roadway to hell

Searching for heaven

But the devils in the details

Imperfections are real

The neglect made you feel

Like you never could heal

Internally so externally you flex for the world

Building muscles but deep down still tender and frail

So many pictures to live up to your dead to your self

Choking on sameness got you coughing

Illness prevails

Junk food just takes away

Ruining health

Overdoing it with the sugar driving appeal

Sure way to drive to the pills

Wanted ecstasy now the X you see

Marked off like a detective scene

Searching for clues case of blues

Race is evergreen

Sometimes its timely to be still

Embrace your better being

Issues

Nobody's perfect but we're perfect

That's the issue

We all hurt behind the curtains

That's a big truth

Things ain't what they seem

Be mindful of what you believe

Issues

Nobody's perfect but we're perfect

That's the issue

We all hurt behind the curtains

That's a big truth

Things ain't what they seem

Be mindful of what you believe

Seen lives lost to this

Our very own apocalypse

Suicidal minds haunted by a proper fix

Took a proper gander and got lost in propaganda's midst

Couldn't see the vandal in the scandal it is scandalous

These bandits should be banned legit

Instead we're banded with these bandages

To cover all the banishing

Thinking we're all managing

But that's mad as Madeline

Never know what someone's handling beneath their handle grip

Look at the bag but don't know the bags their carrying

Every glisten ain't gold so many stories untold

Might look happy but truly be sad within

Fake smiles when the camera spins

Masking the unhappiness with what's happening

But it's the image that you're trapped within

Still frames limited capturing

So focused on their gas you didn't catch your win

That's the thing with

Keeping up with the joneses

Emptiness fully hopeless

There is no show like show biz

Crooked smiles turned to gold dust

Benchmarks that make no sense

Stretch marks go unnoticed

Blind to the beauty and the wholeness

We let the holes nest

And they get bigger as we all progress

Unless we find the belonging in our own steps

It's hard being at home feeling homeless

Issues

Nobody's perfect but we're perfect

That's the issue

We all hurt behind the curtains

That's a big truth

Things ain't what they seem

Be mindful of what you believe

Issues

Nobody's perfect but we're perfect

That's the issue

We all hurt behind the curtains

That's a big truth

Things ain't what they seem

Be mindful of what you believe