Pretense

She walks with grace
A manner known not to those around her

Envy is sown into their minds
O disastrous weed, when will you reap?

Her angelic past greets her with a warm smile
Devilish ideas beaten into silence

She's perfect.
She's perfect.
She's perfect.

While you'd bet it all comes with painful ease
I bet she's wondering when the pain will cease

Because perfection is the mask we can all afford to buy
As long as we've created income from a large enough lie