Push Me Under

I've seen the fucking devil, but he was staring right

back at me.

Perfect bodies and perfect people, God, I wish I was

equal.

Just a porcelain dream, washing away my regrets day after

day, if only you knew...

You see a happy boy care free with no troubles, but

really just hollow and washed out.

I don't crave attention or perfection, just a personal

mention and some happiness inside.

But I still wear this brave face with a smile - fuck it

I'm 23 with key to the fucking world,

So why am I still going back to that mirror with the

devil staring back at me?

Drag me down, push me under.