I have a pretty little world that I’ve carefully made—
I’ve crafted it, molded it, and put it on display.
It’s the little world and the little life
That I’m comfortable with, and think people will like.
I have a pretty little lie that I like to keep
A little toy world that’s full of nothing.
There are two worlds that I live inside—
One is my little world and the other is my real life.
You only see the spotlights, the glamour and the pride
That are only little spots in the middle of all my tries.
Somehow I fancy that our lives are much the same—
Seemingly dull with bits of sparkle in the rain.
I can say this because my life’s not all glitter and gold
I know the façade that I’ve put up and try to uphold
But to tell the truth, I’m not so sure about you…
Because it’s hard to see you, for your own little world.
Web of lies
Full of pride.
Just skin deep
No one cares.