I am trapped in this world, trying to open this freezing door the ice is thick, the colors blurred, im pacing patterns on a hollow floor. I hear them calling,I check the glass,I paint a version of me that will pass. I fix my collar, I check my eyes,to hide the winter in a summer disguise. Am I good enough? Behind this plastic smile im acting tough. Is it good enough? To keep the secret when the world gets rough. Im a masterpiece of a beautiful lie,While im freezing cold on the inside. My jaw is aching from the stretch of the grin,a paper-thin wall for the wall within. They say i look "well",they say i look "bright" But im counting the minutes until the night. Because the sun is a spotlight i didn't ask for,while im rattling that freezing door. How long can I hold it? How long 'til I fold? The paint is peeling, im losing the feeling! Im screaming in silence,im perfectly fine,just a broken heart walking on a tightrope line.