She walks around like she has it, she's not mad but she's magic. Caught up in a world that sends us through a mind game, she's keeping her composure but she's cracking around the frame. 

It's too late now but time is never lost, a little more push and you can meet the cost, of what it takes to make it out alive. If you're looking for some meaning then this is your sign. 

She keeps a smile front and center on the outside, but when she's alone she starts to unwind. So sick and tired of always putting up a front, she just wants to finally feel like enough. Screaming in the mirror, makeup smeared around her eyes, shes so sick and tired of wearing a disguise. She fights and fights but seems to never win, she's just trying to feel normal again.