
The Voicemail
emotionally restrained pop with confessional lyrics about masking pain perfection pressure and feeling numb underneath inspired by Pop, alternative pop s softer vulnerable style

The Voicemail
emotionally restrained pop with confessional lyrics about masking pain perfection pressure and feeling numb underneath inspired by Pop, alternative pop s softer vulnerable style
Lyrics
Im so stuck in this
Routine
Smile and laugh
And hide it all
But i tell my best friend
Summer knows it all
You say you
Know everything
But my friends know
more then u
Say that i can trust
You
But i never really
Will
Because its such
Uh lie
You said u would burn it
All
Damn that really hurt
I support you
So why cant u
Give that to
I let u vent to me
But when i come to you
Im told to shut up
Keep your opinion to
You
So crazy yes sometimes
Im invalid
But its still
So one sided
Im sorry but no offense
Your on some real
Bullshit
I wanna be the
Perfect girl
With parents who
Support her
No matter what
But god that
Shit cuts
You only know
What i want u to
Know
My friends know so much
The depression carried
Cuts
The tears i shed
When i log
Off
They know so much about
My bad days
And the pressure i put on myself
The perfectly
Imperfect girl
