The Truman Show

Open the door
There's a swing on the porch
Everyday pass by the same grocery store
Looking from the outside it seems like a perfect life
But I can’t even move without them tryna criticize

So I fake a smile while I’m crying inside
I’m a professional at living lies
Wanna be the perfect daughter but it’s hard to hide my flaws
When the world reserved the front row and I never hear applause

All my days, feel the same
And who knows how much more I can take Oh but

I don’t know where I can go
When I'm trapped here inside the Truman show
The sun it comes out
But my personal cloud Is always raining down
On me, my whole life
I've been all alone in this boat
Tryna hold on, barely staying afloat
But I'm still convinced
It’ll get better if I could just a get a glimpse of the staircase in the sky
(ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

They talk behind my back
But I see through the cracks
They don’t know that I know that it's all an act
They say they want what’s best for me until I'm doing well Sometimes even your closest friends are praying you fall down
All my days, feel the same
And who knows how much more I can take Oh but
I don’t know where I can go
When I'm trapped here inside the Truman show
The sun it comes out
But my personal cloud
Is always raining down on me, my whole life
I've been all alone in this boat
Tryna hold on, barely staying afloat
But I'm still convinced It’ll get better if I could just a get a glimpse
Of the staircase in the sky
(ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
(ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)