I once knew a girl whos life seemed so perfect, if you asked her if she was happy she would put on a smile and lie saying she was, but if you knew this girl like I did you would know why she lies, why she isnt happy. You would know what she hides from the world and how scary it all is. Portraits of pain and misery, Razor blades and drugs hidden under her bed. You might ask her why she is doing this to herself. She would put on a sad smile and tell you this "because I once kne a girl whos life seemed so perfect..."