Picture Perfect

Back to square one
Does not seem like a bad choice
When all you say or do ends in a fight
So being apart tend to be the sanest one
Yet you decide to endure this alone
But that tone, that look in your eyes
I’ve seen this countless times before
Transparence is your cry for attention
Two kids, a house, a dog, a car
The picture-perfect kind of life
How could there be trouble in paradise?
Confliction, neglection
Eternal discontent
Frustration, acceptance
Humans are their biggest foe
They rather be miserable than alone
Blue in the face
Your heart’s in the right place
But someday you’ll have to think for yourself
«I'm totally fine»
«We're just having a rough time»
Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?