I see so many lives on a screen
I know nothing is ever as it seems
Look at them and their perfect smiles
I just wish I could have their enchanting lifestyles
I watch these people party and date
While I’m on the other side contemplating what I just ate
I seem to miss a life that’s not mine
It’s not hard to think like this, I end up with an imitation of a life I reminisce
I try not to compare, but I look at the pictures and it all feels so unfair
I know it isn’t real, but I still feel like there’s a part of me I need to conceal
