Picture-perfect posture
Frozen in the light
Every flaw adjusted
Out of sight
Smile locked in position
Breathing on delay
Living like a portrait
That slowly fades away
Still as stone
But cracking underneath
Dead inside the frame
Burning without flame
Every perfect angle hides the blame
Dead inside the frame
Applause without connection
Eyes that never blink
Standing in reflection
On the edge of what I think
Tear the canvas
Let it rip
I'm not your static image
Dead inside the frame
No one speaks my name
If perfection is the game
I quit the frame
The picture finally falls